The silent roar of the demon dragon caused the earth to shake for thousands of miles, and Du Yuming and others who had quietly retreated all spat blood and collapsed, their bodies completely weak.
The half-sage sword cultivator who had previously stabbed a sword behind Huang Zhihu trembled all over. Unable to hold the sword in his hand, he dropped it immediately.
The expression of the Daoist who had been standing shoulder-to-shoulder with this sword cultivator changed. He turned around and fled.
However, just as he moved, his entire body suddenly trembled and slowly turned into a blood mist.
Spiritual light rose.
A half-sage cultivator had died just like that!
How many half-sages were there in this world?
The void was silent.
Huang Six's ruthless methods were terrifying.
Regardless of whether it was his smile or his friendly request to take care of his daughter, it could not hide his identity as a demonic cultivator.