At Fang Qingyu's feet, the pile of Life Ghost corpses almost reached the level of the cave entrance.
He had to swing his blade with one hand, while using his foot to kick away the obstructive remains.
The training clothes on his body had long been soaked and torn by corrosive liquid and Life Ghost blood, leaving several bloodstains on his exposed skin cut by sharp limbs, all of which were instantly cauterized by his powerful physique and the Red Bright Tribulation Fire.
Sweat mixed with blood slid down from Fang Qingyu's temple, his breathing became heavy and rapid.
Even for him, maintaining such a high intensity of burst for a long time drained his Qi Blood and Qi Force to a terrifying degree.
But those eyes remained as sharp as a blade.
The motion of his arms swinging the Dragon Sparrow was still stable, precise, deadly!
