Su Hang's "Sky-Splitting Axe" descended, and the head of the Demonic Monster at the Eleventh Layer of the True Core Realm rolled away, separated from its body.
"Stop crawling. Even if you manage to crawl there, those Thunder Crystals are mine," Su Hang flipped Xing Lu's body over, "Have one last look at the blue sky."
"Native!"
"Bastard beast!"
"Stop!"
...
The Demonic Monsters yelled in anger.
"No..." Xing Lu looked up at the descending hand and screamed in horror.
But it was to no avail. The next moment, his head was chopped off.
Su Hang grabbed Xing Lu's head and tossed it. The head flew out of the Thunder Zone and hit the ground, rolling to a stop in front of the group of Demonic Monsters.
"This is how powerful I am, slaughtering Demonic Monsters like butchering dogs," Su Hang said, with his hands behind his back, allowing the Polar Cold Thunder to strike his body. "Weaklings, do any of you dare to disobey?"
"Insect, come out and fight me!"
"Go to hell!"
