Although he looked very calm on the surface, his clenched fists that were still trembling revealed his furious heart.
The endless Sacred War this time had utterly humiliated the Netherworld Race.
If this guy could fight Wang Mang back and forth like Yan Ling, it could be considered an honorable defeat.
After all, Wang Mang's battle prowess was right there!
However, the Underworld Clan's Holy Son's performance was inferior to the Bone Clan's late Holy Son's.
With this thought in mind, he could not help but curse in his heart.
"What a disappointing thing!
"And that damned Wang Mang, I'll remember all of you!"
A scarlet light flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, in the Netherworld Race's territory.
The Nether Clan's Holy Son fell to the ground with his mouth wide open. He had nothing to live for.
His eyes were filled with emptiness, and his entire body was filled with a dispirited aura.
