Before Yan Feng's voice had even faded, he lunged forward with his sword. He claimed he was buying them time, but in truth, did he just want a really good fight?
He knew full well what kind of Illusion Realm this was, which meant that the monsters before him—capable of rising from the dead—could not possibly be physical entities anyway. Besides, Yan Feng definitely needed to vent the pent-up frustration in his chest.
Through the previous rounds of engagement, Yan Feng now understood very clearly that only by hacking these fellows to pieces could he delay their regeneration time. That being the case, nimble, lethal strikes were no longer suitable; he needed attacks with sheer weight and crushing force.
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