As Mo Lian's voice fell, thousands upon thousands of shadowy figures appeared behind him, each with bloodthirsty red eyes.
Like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey, their aura was overwhelming.
They roared loudly, bursting with energy, and crazily pounced towards Yang Yan and the others.
The three of them exchanged glances, all frowning tightly.
They felt a bit of a chill down their spines now.
There were just too many of them, and their strength was not to be underestimated.
"Hahaha!" Blood Slaughter suddenly laughed heartily, saying with boldness, "Just in time, I haven't killed enough yet! Killing one breaks even, two makes a gain."
With that, he and Lingming tacitly darted out, one to the left and one to the right, like two streaks of light jumping into the horde of attacking Demon Race.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew, turning the entire world into a sea of slaughter.
Yang Yan slowly rose into the air, confronting Mo Lian, yet did not act immediately.
