"You ... Who are you?"
Somewhere in the demon Realm, a cry of alarm cut through the sky.
Tang Hao's face was expressionless as he looked at the great demon. He unleashed his mirror to suppress it.
After he put away the monster core and Monster Blood, he looked at the remaining remains. His cold face moved and showed a touch of pity.
Even though he had killed so many great demons, he had not told any of them the truth of this Jie.
He still felt that the truth was too cruel.
"Sometimes, it's not a good thing to know too much!"
"It's time to go," Tang Hao said. Then, he gathered his thoughts and looked around.
The battle was still going on, and everything was in chaos. For the sake of treasures, countless demonic cultivators fought each other, and a large number of demonic cultivators fell at every moment. It was extremely tragic.
