He was defeated!
But at this moment, Wu Guang was also not feeling well; the spiritual power within him from that strike earlier nearly drained completely.
"Hahaha... Kill him!"
"Sir, I killed the human race."
Just then, a figure rushed out from the clouds, laughing arrogantly.
The Stonemason, who was initially dejected from being defeated by Wu Guang, suddenly laughed wildly, "Good, good, the Stone Race retreats!"
"Wu Guang... You have no son anymore!"
"Hahaha...."
"Wu Jin..."
From afar, Han Jing roared, his eyes bloodthirsty, long hair flying wildly.
"You, die!"
Burning with his bloodline power, his strength skyrocketed, and the spear in his hand thrust forward countless times in an instant.
The speed was so fast that the Stone Race entangling him couldn't react at all, instantly turning to dust.
However, after the strike, Han Jing's aura plummeted rapidly, and his eyes nearly went black.
"You're too reckless!"
