Don't Let Those Handsome Guys Notice

Who would have thought that just as the Demon Dragon closed in on Kunpeng, it suddenly burned away all its lifespan and soul power, launching a suicidal attack at Kunpeng.

"Bastard!" Kunpeng roared. It wanted to retreat, but the two demons were simply too close. Although the other side possessed only a little over thirty heavens of strength, nowhere near its own seventy-two heavens, it could not evade this blow.

If the Demon Dragon's life-burning strike had pursued sheer destructive force, it could indeed have inflicted considerable injuries on Kunpeng—but Kunpeng would also have had a chance to dodge.

Yet the Demon Dragon had not been trying to injure it. It only needed to touch it. How much damage it dealt was completely irrelevant; it sought only the utmost chance of landing the hit!

In the end, the Demon Dragon burned up its lifespan and died, its attack landing upon Kunpeng... It merely singed some of Kunpeng's feathers, blackening their surfaces. This did not even count as a flesh wound.

Yet an incomparably ugly expression appeared on Kunpeng's bird face.

Because as long as it touched Kunpeng, it counted as an exchange of blows, placing both sides in a "combat state." And since the Demon Dragon had fallen while in combat state, it was naturally judged that Kunpeng had made the move!

Killing an ally directly deducted the corresponding amount of divine radiance!

Kunpeng instantly lost more than ten zhang of divine radiance.

"Good! Very good!"

Kunpeng flew into a rage. It knew exactly what had happened to it.

It had encountered a suicide squad.

Some people from other factions, because their divine radiance had been transferred too many times and the efficiency had steadily declined, had apparently been bought over by the opposing leader through certain means—the Demon Dragon