"Who are you?" Mo Tao looked at the man holding the black sword before him, his eyes squinting like a venomous snake's, filled with a dangerous aura.
"Who am I? The one who will kill you." Yang Ji chuckled lightly, and in the blink of an eye, he released the powerful aura of a Demon King at his peak.
"Oh?" Mo Tao's face changed, and he suddenly smiled, "Interesting!"
The minor characters and small fries of before had, in the blink of an eye, transformed into major players, which greatly piqued his interest.
"Die." Yang Ji suddenly made his move, as swift and fierce as a thunderbolt, unleashing the Nine Nether Claw. He grabbed Mo Tao's body from the air, crushed it with a fierce claw, instantly pulverizing it.
"Mo Tao is dead?" The several Demon Kings behind, finding themselves unexpectedly saved, cried out in surprise.
