Han Jing and the other Demon Death Soldiers looked up at the white figure in the sky.
"Consort… North Mystic Heaven's Consort!"
"Empress Mystic Ice's man is indeed very powerful!"
Lin Xuan was a few kilometers away, but could instantly kill hundreds of Demon Death Soldiers with four quasi-immortal swords.
In the eyes of Han Jing and the others, his ability made him worthy of his title as the North Mystic Heaven's Consort.
However, Han Jing felt that Lin Xuan's appearance didn't mean that they had completely failed.
The most terrifying thing about the Demon Death Soldiers was that they could ignore their lives and release more than ten times the power to heavily injure or kill enemies.
"The last thing we Demon Death Soldiers are afraid of is death!"
