"Flower Devouring Mistress, enough talk, take this!" In an instant, an earth-shattering battle erupted.
Lying on the ground, Mo Long watched the fight before him, utterly baffled. Everyone involved in this battle seemed like gods in his eyes.
He couldn't fathom that the human race possessed such immense power.
"Kid, your moves are too bizarre, aren't they?" The demon, covered in sharp spikes, looked at the man before him, who held a purple flexible sword. They had been locked in combat for over a hundred rounds, and the demon had originally thought that with his level of 900, he could easily defeat this player like squashing an ant. But he was wrong, as he had no idea who he was dealing with.
Indeed, the man before him was none other than the strongest player in the game—Emperor Yuan.