Just when he was sent flying back three hundred meters, a black shadow suddenly flashed by and grabbed the back of his neck.
"How is this possible?!"
The man with horns on his head had a look of disbelief on his face. He himself was already at the Earth's Limit and a member of the Demon Race, with terrifyingly immense individual combat strength.
Yet, in front of this guy who seemed to be only at the later stages of the Earth's Limit, he couldn't even fight back.
Yang Yuan's hand was as swift as an illusion, instantly breaking the limbs of the horned man, then violently smashing him to the ground.
"Boom!"
A giant pit over a hundred meters deep appeared on the ground.
It was only then he saw clearly that this person had a red faction symbol on his head, with the words: Demon Island.
"Alliance member?" Yang Yuan frowned: "Can't you see my faction?"
