In the Blood Hunt Ground.
Zhou Leng moved forward, continuously hunting demons and giant insects.
At first, those wild elves hoped Zhou Leng would get injured, giving them a chance to escape.
But they quickly fell into deep despair.
This Zhou Leng was fiercer than demons, more brutal than giant insects.
Along the way, every lower-rank sanctuary level enemy couldn't withstand more than three moves.
Even the giant insects known for their defense.
He often fought one against ten, rushing in alone to battle.
Such scenes were familiar; this was clearly a way to hone combat skills.
In the eyes of elves, the Blood Hunt Ground was a life-risking trial.
But in this person's eyes, it was a cultivation land.
What terrified them the most was his incredible recovery ability, far exceeding elves, reaching the level of tree-men.
After fighting and walking for a while, his wounds would disappear.
They noticed over time, Zhou Leng never smiled again, his face growing colder.
Crisis.
