The elder was a Primordial Spirit powerhouse, yet he was slaughtered just for speculation, as easily as killing a chicken.
How about them, who weren't much weaker than Old Feng?
Thousands of miles away, seated cross-legged in a cave, Liang Hui slowly opened his eyes, looking at the lifeless toad in front of him.
"Truly seeking death!"
Boom!
His hair shone with light as dark fog swirled around his body, transforming his demeanor, filled with demonic characteristics.
Boom!
The mountains above his head exploded with a loud bang, turning into dust.
"Sacrifice to the heavens, the earth, the Barbarian Tribe!"
Liang Hui's voice was low, his eyes filled with extreme shock as a Nine-layered Altar flew out from his bosom, hovering in front of him.
Drops of golden blood splattered from his body, falling onto the altar.
