"Humph."
A cold snort sounded from the two formation clusters. The sound was extremely disharmonious.
The originally oppressive atmosphere was instantly broken.
Everyone looked at the person who made the sound, their faces filled with confusion.
It was Li Lingtian who snorted. His eyes were cold as he stared at the Human and Infernal Tribe's formation. No one could see the expression on his face as he was wearing a mask.
"You're courting death."
Nine Demon Venerable was slightly angry. Originally, the aura of the demons had already reached its limit, and a great battle was about to break out. However, he did not expect that this balance would be instantly broken by a cold snort.
Although he was curious about the silver-masked powerhouse in front of him, he did not take a First Level Martial Emperor seriously.
With a wave of his hand, a huge wave of Black Devil Qi blasted toward Li Lingtian.
