"Kill, kill, kill."
"Kill!"
Mo Bai Jun was like a madman, rampaging wildly inside the Small Immortal Realm, brandishing his sword in all directions.
Yet no one responded to him, only ancient Evil Qi remained, and that mountain of corpses.
The mountain of corpses and the Evil Qi seemed to stimulate him violently, making him swing his sword tirelessly, venting his intent to kill.
The scene was truly terrifying.
Half the sky was cast in a blood-red hue; coupled with the corpse mountain and Evil Qi, it was suffocating.
Far in a distant corner, Yuan Mie didn't even dare breathe loudly, his scalp prickling as he gazed at the raging sword light in the distance.
"It's too frightening."
"Most Middle Stage Golden Immortals wouldn't be a match for this guy."
Xu Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his face showed regret: "This guy is too strong. Now that he's demonized and out of control, otherwise, the treasures stored in his Storage Ring could be countless."
