The Desolate God flew before Yang Jian and the other two. His eyes were intimidating as he glared at Mo Ruohe and Zhou Xuwang, shouting, "Why haven't you gotten lost yet?!"
Zhou Xuwang was furious, but the man before him was the Desolate God. He did not dare make a move.
Besides, Yang Jian, whose strength was far from ordinary, stood beside him. If he dared attack, he would be finished.
Mo Ruohe took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "Desolate God, didn't you say you would never leave the Eight Desolations again?"
The Desolate God glanced at him and said, "That wasn't what you said when you entered the Eight Desolations to kill me."
Mo Ruohe was extremely embarrassed by those words.
That battle back then had utterly humiliated them and only boosted the Desolate God's prestige.
"Three breaths. If you do not retreat, bear the consequences yourselves!"
The Desolate God said coldly. Strands of bizarre blazing flames emerged from his pores, coiling around his body like giant pythons and dragons.
Mo Ruohe's expression darkened. Before so many living beings, if they retreated now, would they have any dignity left?
Zhou Xuwang felt the same, but Yang Jian suddenly erupted with an aura, confronting them head-on.
Yang Jian and the Desolate God!
Looking across the universe, who could contend with them?
"Three!"
The Desolate God spoke coldly, making the pressure on Zhou Xuwang and Mo Ruohe multiply.
This scene sent countless living beings trembling in fear.
Those were Mo Ruohe and Zhou Xuwang, the leaders of two overlord-level factions!
Yet they were being forced back by the Desolate God!
"Desolate God, the legendary God of the Eight Desolations!"
"They say the Desolate God possesses the strongest bloodline in the universe—the Extreme Flame Demon God!"
"Chaos Being