"Not being able to use tricks is really frustrating. If we were anywhere else, I would have made this Mo Tian into a Primordial Spirit Fruit!"
Yang Ji's figure swayed as he wiped away the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth; he wasn't afraid, just gave a cold sneer and stared right back at him.
"The look in this kid's eyes... I really dislike it! His physical body is extraordinary; find an opportunity to imprison his Demon Soul and extract the secret of his formidable body to learn what Cultivation Technique he practices?"
Mo Tian's face turned gloomy, his eyes narrowing like a venomous snake, his menacing aura pervasive and malevolently sinister.
"Your body has been pierced by me, you have no fighting power—what kind of courage do you have to face me directly like this?"
"Is it the courage given to you by the Demon Consort? Today, backed by the Demon Abyss, I shall not only kill you but also capture the Demon Consort."
