Countless blood mist sprayed, broken limbs flew, splattering on the black protective barrier.
Inside the black protective barrier stood an impassive young man, unmoving.
From beginning to end, not a single change in the expression on his face.
As if the people before him had nothing to do with him, like just a bunch of extras!
Crack, crack, crack...
The young man slightly shook his head, a violent sound resonating from his body.
He stomped his foot and coldly said.
"A bunch of trash, dying is just right! Saves this young lord the trouble of killing you myself. Since I've shared this secret with you, how could I let you leave alive?" the young man sneered.
He glanced dismissively at the demon army outside the black protective barrier.
Coldly standing in place, showing not a hint of fear.
With a casual wave of his two hands, he dismissed the surrounding black protective barrier, standing calmly. Despite their ferocious roars, they didn't cause his expression to change.
