"Young member of the Human Race, die!" Lanshan struck with no mercy.
Even though Bai Zhirui, in front of him, was a full major realm lower than him, he didn't underestimate her.
Going all out, it was clear he wanted to take Bai Zhirui down in one move.
These past few days, he had indeed been tormented enough by the three of them.
Based on fragmented intelligence from all sides, among these three Human Race cultivators, the one truly making the decisions was obviously the opponent in front of him.
Thinking of being led around by a young human, he felt like he was being torn apart by endless anger.
From the third day of organizing other Nether Spirit Race cultivators to surround the three of them, Lanshan's purpose had completely changed.
Others might be aiming to complete their tasks or for the treasures on the three.
But Lanshan had one sole purpose left.
To kill the opponent.
Only their deaths could wash away his disgrace.
