The silhouette enveloped in an ominous aura fled out in the desolate forest as if he was being pursued by something terrifying.

But just when he was about to flee out of the forest, a fist of Spiritual Energy descended from the sky and crashed against that silhouette.

The ground collapsed with cracks swiftly spreading out in the shape of a web. By the time the fist dissipated, it only left a pile of meat on the ground without any vitality.

A silhouette appeared in the sky with Mu Chen indifferently sweeping a glance at it before pulling his sight back. Two silhouettes flew over from the distance and stopped beside him; it was Qing Shuang and Qing Ling.

“The numbers of the Fiend Clans are increasing.” Qing Shuang knitted her brows. They have encountered several waves of them in just half a day. But fortunately, there wasn’t anyone comparable to the commander of the Flame...