"You piece of shit! Looking to die!"
Dean Nalan spat fiercely. This guy from the Angel Race was really too arrogant. Did he really think they wouldn't dare to fight just because reinforcements had arrived?
Laughing up to the sky without any defense at such a close distance, it was simply a living target!
Not killing him would be letting myself down!
"Y-You have guts! Committing violence in front of the Sacred Guard!"
The surviving experts of the Heavenly Demon Race and the Heavenly Human Race turned pale with fear as they retreated towards the Saint Tiger Squad's direction in terror.
"Hmph! We're mortal enemies destined not to rest until one's extinction; what are we afraid of? If you have the guts, don't run. Your grandpa Shen here will send you to your grave now!"
Shen Lang snorted coldly and launched a Fierce Fist Crumbles the Sky towards the two escaping warriors.
It seemed like it was about to hit them. In their severely injured state, they couldn't possibly avoid it.
