"This old demon had a very high level of cultivation, so it couldn't be hard for him to defeat us. Find a chance to return to the mountainside." Mu Shuang yelled softly, and the whip in his hand went straight to the blood mist.
But Mo Yu and the other disciples retreated while fighting, and ran halfway up the mountain.
"Ha. Want to go?." The old demon lord in the blood mist sneered, and slapped Mu Shuang's long whip with a "swish" to the side. The whip hit her shoulder.
The old demon Baiju suddenly came to the side of Fei Hong, who was hiding in the corner, and thrust out his palms with sharp wind.
At this moment, Fei Hong couldn't help being furious. The old Baiju devil called him "trash" and already made him angry. Now he was going to kill him directly. He could only hope that heavens would give him the heart to kill this old man.
Seeing that those palms were about to hit him, Fei Hong couldn't help but feel great anger at his helplessness.
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