'This is trouble!'
The corners of Hong Yu's mouth twitched as a bitter taste flooded his mouth.
Behind him...
Ding Zhentian had already scrambled back to his feet. His expression was as dark as a thundercloud as he let out a wild, unrestrained laugh. "HAHAHA, Hong Yu! This is what they call digging your own grave! You actually dared to devour my Five Yin Demonic Intent? I bet you don't even have half your peak strength left, do you?"
"Hehehe," he cackled. "My Five Yin Demonic Intent is saturated with intense killing aura and resentment. Not even your Eight Desolates Dominating Body can refine it that easily."
Ding Zhentian continued venomously, his gaze sweeping over the experts who were gradually closing in on them. He shouted, "Everyone, Hong Yu has been corrupted by my Five Yin Demonic Intent! He has less than half his strength left. This is the perfect time to kill him!"
SHUSH, SHUSH, SHUSH!
The sound of movement rustled through the bushes.
