“F*ck…..” For a moment, Yun Che’s hands, which were gripping the heavy sword trembled, and cold sweat flowed out. Almost without thinking, he turned tail and fled…. What a joke. He could finish off one with ease, seven would still be manageable with some effort, and he might even get injured a little. But he shouldn’t hope to handle more than ten, and with so many…. the only action for him to take was to flee.
Straight away stepping out of the Spirit Profound Beasts’ territory range, the wolf howls behind him slowly died down. Leaning on a rough, dried up tree, Yun Che wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
“Why are the profound beasts in the Wasteland of Death so concentrated?” Jasmine suddenly asked.