One by one, like frogs, they used all their strength to grab at the feet of the Bloodhand Butcher.
Bang bang bang...
The sound of bodies falling to the ground echoed one after another.
In just a moment, more than thirty people pounced forward, each grabbing the feet of the other, and the last one, with both feet firmly planted in the ground, seemed to want to use this method to hold down the Bloodhand Butcher.
"Hmm? Do you think this will hold him down? I can only say, you're overthinking it!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
"Hmph! You brat, don't talk big! Even if you're a Daluo Immortal descending to earth, I don't believe you can easily pull all of us! Thirty won't do, then a hundred! A hundred won't do, then a few hundred at once! If you have the ability, go ahead and try!" Bloodhand Butcher said arrogantly.
"As you wish!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Netherworld Demon Body!" Zhang Xiaohao roared lowly.
