The Son of the Witch God and that black-robed man were fighting with extreme ferocity.
Their battle shattered even the starry sky, endless energy sweeping out without end.
Boom!!!
With a piercing roar exploding out—
The Son of the Witch God transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang-tall Witch Clan body, erupting with terrifying power as he blasted toward the black-robed man, forcing his body to explode backward.
Now the Son of the Witch God had improved a great deal compared to when he met Chu Feng before.
At this moment, even a Nine-star Martial Ancestor expert wouldn't be his match.
His strength should have stepped into the Transformation Realm, on the verge of transforming into an Immortal.
"Speak, why did you kill to silence them? Does the destruction of my Witch Clan have anything to do with you?"
The Son of the Witch God stared at the black-robed man, shouting coldly.
"Kill to silence them? It was him?"
