But.
A blinding golden light appeared out of nowhere, like a circular shield with no blind spots, enveloping the blue-black figure within.
The seven Bat-men all paused in unison, and in the next moment.
Swoosh!!
Seven golden spears shot forth, tearing through the air, flesh and blood splattering.
Pierced bodies, eyes wide open.
The golden round shield gradually withdrew, as Chen Feng coldly watched the Bat-men's corpses fall.
At that moment, the three-headed Black Flame Hellhound suddenly grew black flame wings, pouncing towards him.
The glassy red eyes mirrored everything, and in this focused perception, the world slowed down once more.
"Horn Strike."
The golden light in his hand transformed into a broadsword; Chen Feng bent his knees, gripping the sword hilt with both hands, holding it horizontally in front of him.
"Begin!"
Whoosh!!
