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"You can't kill me!"
Moksha's Primordial Spirit cried out in alarm, no one wants to die, for death leaves one with nothing.
Qiang Liang's face was impassive as he threw out a punch, the speed of his fist at the later stages of the Manifesting Saint realm was already at its extreme, hitting Moksha before he could react, scattering his soul and spirit.
Thus, a formidable power of the Demon League perished completely.
Qiang Liang hovered in the starry sky, his dreadful aura dominating, his figure flickered as he swiftly flew back.
Returning before Qin Jun and the others, it only took two or three breaths of time.
The terrifying speed sent chills down everyone's spine, and aside from Patriarch Bodhi, no one was likely to withstand Qiang Liang's strength.
"Do you really want to have a showdown with the Demon League?"
Fairy Nansu couldn't help but ask, her tone somewhat exasperated.
