1057: C1057 Crossing the Swamp

C1057 Crossing the Swamp

Zhou Hao wasn't dead. Instead, he was alive and kicking.

The five Vicious Beast were only focused on fighting. They didn't even notice the existence of a tiny Human Race underneath their feet.

Even if they did, they didn't care about attacking this tiny Human Race.

In fact, the Vicious Beast did not like fighting with humans the most because they felt that when fighting with humans, it was very difficult for them to enjoy themselves to their heart's content. Moreover, for them who were passionate about using primitive fighting methods, Human Cultivator's various divine abilities were extremely disappointing.

Zhou Hao watched the fight between the five Vicious Beast. He originally wanted to pick up a person's head or something. However, when he saw that the five Vicious Beast were fighting non-stop, it was like a raging fire. They did not show any flaws at all. In fact, the fight was getting fiercer and fiercer. It didn't look like someone was going to pick up a human head for him.

It seemed like there would be even more Vicious Beast coming over later. At that time, it might not be as if those people hadn't set their eyes on him.

As long as they had their eyes on him, the Human Race, it was very likely that they would launch a group attack.

The hatred of the Human Race was indescribable to the Vicious Beast.

Zhou Hao headed deeper into the swamp, but he discovered that there were a lot of Vicious Beast corpses along the way.

Those corpses looked like they had just died not too long ago, and it looked like they had been killed by a single strike. There were no marks left on their bodies when they fought with the other Vicious Beast.

"Big devil!"

Zhou Hao's brain heated up as he thought of the great devil that had escaped from the underground palace.

He had seen the Giant Lizard that the big devil had killed before.

Now, the wounds on the Vicious Beast corpses in front of him were the same as the Giant Lizard.

"So powerful... Could it be that he crossed this swamp?"

Zhou Hao muttered to himself.

Could it be that the devil was heading in the same direction?

Or was it because he wanted to go to the Desolation Land and obtain the Celestial Sovereign Pass?

Currently, the devil was heading in the same direction as Zhou Hao, heading towards the end of Desolation Land.

Could it be that this devil was going to kill his way there?

If a man blocked his way, he would kill, and if a beast blocked his way, he would kill a beast?

The more Zhou Hao thought about this, the more unfathomable the devil became.

It was really abnormal to be able to instantly kill a group of Vicious Beast.

"Don't tell me he's going to kill his way to the Haotian Hall?"

Zhou Hao suddenly had this speculation.

This was because the final destination along the way was the Haotian Hall, which was also the place where Emperor Haotian existed.

"Could it be that he wants to fight Emperor Haotian?"

He had this strange thought again.

How could he explain it clearly?

If he really went to find Emperor Haotian, it was also possible.

However, Emperor Haotian was the strongest person in Haotian Realm. Could that devil fight Emperor Haotian?0

As Zhou Hao thought about this, a fire of curiosity ignited in his heart. He couldn't wait to see this great battle.

This must be a peerless battle, right?

"Strange, that devil was imprisoned by that whatever kingdom, but why did he look for Emperor Haotian after he came out?"

"Uh... Maybe I was thinking too much. Maybe the one he went to find wasn't Emperor Haotian, but the survivors of that kingdom. Maybe he was just passing by..."

In the end, Zhou Hao rejected his idea.

However, he kept moving forward and found the Vicious Beast's corpse.

"This is too cruel!"

He exclaimed in admiration, feeling that this devil was even more terrifying.

He didn't know how long this swamp was, and how many Vicious Beast were there. If he crossed this area, how many Vicious Beast would he encounter?

How many more Vicious Beast would he need to kill?

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