He recited the Heavenly Dragon's Long Strike to stimulate his body, turning spiritual Qi into fighting Qi. His veins slowly started to absorb the Qi and circulate it.
Xuanyuan started to move on his tiptoes, he was avoiding the spikes on the ground. He leaped into the air and rushed towards an even stronger swarm of white ghouls. Each of the ghouls in this crowd had at least five dragons of strength, the most powerful had ten dragons of strength.
He was floating in mid-air, a trail of white waves were trailing behind him, he resembled a Heavenly Dragon descending from the sky as he attacked the white ghouls.
Yan Ziyun was startled by Xuanyuan's leap. He could now jump over seventy metres in an instant. He was already a few hundred metres away from them, with numerous white ghouls separating them. She would no longer be able to save him from danger.
So she shouted over to Yan Liang,
"Brother Liang, go find Xuanyuan. We can't leave him alone."
He nodded. He was impressed with Xuanyuan's bravery, but he was too young and rash. He could not become too proud because of his strength. Eventually, he might make a mistake and then his life would be over in an instant.
Yan Ziyun was riding on Guxing’s back. The two of them worked together and killed all enemies in their way. Yan Liang was a wild realm fighter, so none of the ghouls could hurt him. He slowly approached Xuanyuan through the swarm.
Xuanyuan didn't know how worried Yan Ziyun and Yan Liang were. He was practicing complicated techniques with his sword and killed three ghouls with a single slash. Then he used the move "Heavenly Fury", his sword started striking in all directions. Ten white ghouls, each with six dragons of strength, were cut in half. It had become so easy for him to deal with the ghouls.
"Haha, wonderful! What a great fight!"
A white ghoul with nine dragons of strength clashed against his sword. He felt an intense pain in his wrist and almost dropped his sword from the impact. He quickly regained control of his sword and directly attacked towards the white ghoul.
This move had attracted the attention of Suntao. On their way here, a dozen white ghouls with eighteen dragons of strength, and a wild class demon had reduced the elite group of eighteen down to twelve.
"The boy hasn't noticed us, go kill him, quick!" Suntao sliced the white ghoul that was charging at him in half with his Sword of Brightsun. The smell of burnt flesh invaded the atmosphere.
The twelve assassins all had at least ten dragons of strength, the best among them had the strength of eighteen dragons. They were all wielding a Sword of Brightsun, which burned with fiery Qi. They headed straight towards Xuanyuan.