"Leave? You can't escape anymore. You all delight in devouring humans. Today, I will also let you taste what it's like to be the hunted."
His aura suddenly turned gloomy and ice-cold. Qi Xiu flicked his sleeves, and dark mists surged around him.
A long-horned Mo Jiao with green pupils and black, scaly armor, thick as a water bucket, slowly undulated and sprang forth.
"Devour them!"
At Qi Xiu's command, the eagerly waiting Mo Jiao roared furiously and leaped forward, transforming into a terrifying afterimage, instantly pouncing on the Half-Demons before it.
"Be careful!"
Keenly sensing the profound cold emanating from the Mo Jiao, the Half-Demon Grand Commander let out a low shout, drew a brass short rod, and rose to meet the attack.
Two figures collided fiercely.
