Inside the flying chariot, the sound of killing and fighting was rising from all sides.
This stern Sword Qi had also reached the outside.
Yuan Heng stood outside the flying chariot, continuously shaking it to prevent anyone from hearing the noise or seeing it damaged.
He guarded the gate in agony.
Not allowing anyone to approach.
At this moment, he too sensed the murderous aura, and his eyes lit up involuntarily.
Good!
Very good!
Extremely good!
It seems there's a killing spree inside, best if a river of blood flows.
This demon is simply delirious, to even think about enjoying all the fortunes of others and conquering the battleground.
Not even considering whether he has the capability for it.
Those who have conquered the battleground in the past were either so charming as to be heartbreaking, or carried the demeanor of emperors powerful enough to sweep the eight desolations.
This demon on what grounds...
