Fort of Hope!

With Yin He's death, Yue Hua's small group only had herself, Tian Dou, and Bing Feng. Holy Lord Wu Yin had already fallen at the 3rd level, while Yue Zhong had begun to move on his own, thus, the overall strength of this group had diminished greatly.

"Damn beast!!" Bing Feng stared at the Tentacular Beasts and cursed through gritted teeth.

Without any law-based attacks, many of the Type 9 powerhouses were not comfortable. After all, they had lived for thousands of years, and to kill their enemies, they just had to point out and use the atmospheric energy to crush them into minced meat. They had neglected their close-combat skills for a long time.

"I'll kill you!!"

Bing Feng flashed out, wielding a 10m-long Ice Blade, slashing down at one of the Tentacular Beast. When the blade came slicing down on the armor, it caused a loud 'dang', and a 13cm-deep gash was seen. His Ice blade also broke apart.