"I told you to watch the people around you fall one by one."
"Now, it's your turn."
Li Lingtian left the Silver-winged Flying Dragon and walked toward Feng Tian step by step.
The voice was extremely calm, but it was like a grim reaper's scythe piercing into Feng Tian's mind.
The young man in front of him was too terrifying. Every move he made made made his heart tremble.
Now, he understood that this young man had not truly displayed his strength. He had only killed the other demons in front of him. He had not killed him. He had just let him watch.
At this moment, he, who was a third firmament War God, no longer had the slightest bit of confidence.
Li Lingtian was already too terrifying, not to mention the Level Three Ninth Level Silver-winged Flying Dragon and the Four Xuanyuan Sages from Tianhe Sacred City. At that moment, there was no chance left.
" Li Lingtian, I'll let you off today. "
"Just wait for the wrath of my demon race."
