Everyone stared in awe at the figure in the void, long spear in hand.
But beyond their shock, their eyes also filled with the joy of having survived their ordeal.
Just a moment ago, those members of the Demon Race had been trying to kill them.
Now that the two Demon Race Deities were dead, they were safe.
As they rejoiced, the expressions of the brothers Mo Xuan and Mo Xian were in constant flux. Mo Xian, especially, was a mask of panic.
'How... How is this possible? How can Mu Xu be this strong?'
He had been so arrogant before Mu Xu, even vowing to spare him only if he knelt and begged for mercy.
And now, Mu Xu had revealed such terrifying strength!
His big brother, his greatest pride, was no match for either of the two Demon Race Deities. But in Mu Xu's hands, neither of those Deities could last more than three moves!
What did that even mean? Could the Mu Xu before him rival a Four-Element Deity?
