At this moment, the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch was utterly terrified.
To him, the destruction of the flesh was of no consequence.
But if the soul were to be destroyed, he would be completely obliterated.
Survival is the instinct of all living beings.
Even the Demon Race is the same.
Faced with the fear of death, he, like ordinary people, showed survival instincts.
However, his threats appeared so pale and feeble.
Yang Yan completely ignored him and continued to focus on the Abyss Demon Monarch he was battling.
Ao Tian walked towards the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch with an ice spear, mocking disdainfully:
"Damn it, Demon Race, did you really think your bunch of neither-human-nor-ghost creatures were invincible?"
"Looking at your current state, even your ugly kind is not indestructible."
"If you come, we'll just have a good fight and see who gets the last laugh."
