Right Hand Wielding a Saber! Left Hand Holding a Sword! Rampage Demon Flame! Playing with Fire Against Me?

"I'm giving you two choices: submit, or... be beaten to death by me!"

The calm voice carried an undisguised air of wild arrogance.

Saudis and the Dark Scale Roach's faces instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot, so grim they seemed ready to drip water. Their icy eyes were fixed firmly on the Blood God Clone.

This Blood Race fellow actually dared to demand their submission.

Not even the Netherworld Legion had spoken such words.

Too arrogant.

This Blood Race fellow was far too arrogant.

"You're courting death!" Saudis stared coldly at the Blood God Clone and let out a low growl.

The intense pain in its chest filled its heart with fury, and its Slaughter Intent toward the Blood God Clone had already boiled to its peak.

At that moment, the flesh around its wound wriggled as granulation tissue grew out, healing at an astonishing rate.

However, the deadly poison within its body was not so easily removed. It could only suppress it temporarily, and the circulation of Primal Force within its body was inevitably disrupted.

That made its expression even uglier.

The Dark Scale Roach said nothing. A cold gleam flickered in its eyes as the cracks on the scales of its tail healed at a visible rate, but the pain still left it deeply shaken.

Its tail was an exceptionally powerful weapon, but once injured, the pain was magnified many times over, as though its fingers were connected directly to its heart.

"Looks like you've chosen death." The Blood God Clone sighed, looking deeply disappointed.

Clearly, there was a better choice. Why insist on choosing death?

Saudis: "..."

Dark Scale Roach: "..."

The corners of the two Darkness Breeds' mouths twitched. Did this fellow really think he had them cornered?

Even if he currently held the