Xiong Li, on the battlefield, was ruthless in his killing. Any member of the Netherworld Clan that appeared before him, if their cultivation level was even slightly lower, would meet an instant and complete annihilation.
Behind Xiong Li was a Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea suspended in Chaos Land, which were all his battle successes.
Xiong Li stared, red-eyed, at the five Netherworld Clan's Chaos Great Saints who were blocking his path.
In the fierce battle just now, several Netherworld Clan's Chaos Great Saints had fought with a mutual suicide tactic, injuring Xiong Li's origin.
But Xiong Li didn't care about this. He had only one thought now, to slaughter all the Netherworld Clan in front of him and have a good fight.
The five Netherworld Clan's Chaos Great Saints who were currently besieging Xiong Li were fighting and communicating with each other at the same time.
"This sure as hell isn't the Three-eyed Tribe!"
