One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"Where do you think you can run?" On the overgrown, desolate mountain peak, Su Heng’s voice, laced with mockery, carried over the distance. It sliced through the air like a thunderclap, freezing Jialan Gunna, whose face was marked by panic, in midair, rendering him unable to move.

Meanwhile, around Jialan Gunna, Qin Shunying, Li Wangchuan, and Shang Qingqiu all wore expressions of shock.

Breaking through formations alone, sweeping through ten thousand troops.

Even to the powerful beings of Heavenly Deceit, such a feat seemed like a myth.

There was also that brawny, sturdy body, his strength vast and deep as the ocean. Combining these, he seemed like a walking natural disaster. Even observing from a distance elicited a spine-tingling, hair-raising fear.

At the beginning,

Su Heng had been bound by Jialan Gunna using a military formation, falling into a disadvantageous position.

Qin Shunying and the others were ready to intervene, to collectively face the formidable enemy. Unfortunately, before they could act, the situation had already reversed.

Then, what followed was a one-sided massacre by Su Heng. His savagery and arrogance were like an apocalyptic scene unfolding.