Chen Xingzhu stood where she was, her head lowered, seemingly very obedient.
Watching Wu Zhiqi ride away on the unicorn, she slowly raised her head, her face full of vicious smiles.
"Do you think he is just an ordinary Sun God cultivator? He is the direct disciple of the True Martial King, you are doomed."
Wu Zhiqi brandished a thick-backed cleaver, the unicorn beneath him stepping on lotus-shaped flames.
Billowing demonic qi trailed behind him, whipping up a tornado-like storm.
In an instant, Wu Zhiqi had already charged to the forefront of the battle formation.
Tens of thousands of Demon Soldiers cheered loudly, as if striking tens of thousands of giant drums, the sound shaking the heavens and earth.
Not far away, Xue Mingtai and others saw the Demon General finally in action, and all turned pale with shock.
Xue Mingtai waved the command flag, and more than 20 Golden Core cultivators rushed forward.
