Bird King

Peng, with a punch, the spirit-type Demonic Beast was instantly blasted apart.

Ling Han's punch had 20 overlapping layers of power. How terrifying was that?

He heaved a sigh of relief as a wave of fatigue washed over him.

Fighting with a spirit-type Demonic Beast was not only physically exhausting, but also mentally exhausting. Now that the battle was over, his tightly stretched nerves relaxed, and he wished he could immediately fall asleep.

However, the death of a spirit-type Demonic Beast did not affect the battle at all. The beast tide continued to wreak havoc and slaughter in the city, and the screams of humans were endless.

Houses had collapsed and there were flames everywhere. Was this still Huju City? It was simply hell!

If there were any changes, it would be that the bird of prey had already turned around and flown away, no longer attacking him.