These higher-ups were all powerful members of the Devil Race in the Late Mahayana Realm.
Every one of them looked fierce and menacing, their auras aggressive and imposing.
Yang Lingtian watched them, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Everyone, I have something important to tell you."
Yang Lingtian spoke.
"What is it?" one of the Devil Race's higher-ups asked.
"That is..."
Yang Lingtian suddenly struck, throwing a punch.
"You all deserve to die!"
Terrifying power erupted, instantly blasting one of the Devil Race's higher-ups into paste.
"You... you aren't under General Han Long!"
"Who the hell are you?"
The other Devil Race higher-ups were horrified when they saw this.
They had never imagined that Yang Lingtian would suddenly attack.
"Who am I? I'm the man who came to kill you!"
Yang Lingtian let out a cold laugh and struck again.
His speed was incredibly fast. In an instant, he appeared before another Devil Race higher-up.
He threw a punch, directly exploding the man's head.
"Ah..."
The other Devil Race higher-ups were scared witless.
They all attacked, trying to block Yang Lingtian's assault.
However, compared to Yang Lingtian, their strength was simply too weak.
Before Yang Lingtian, they were no more than ants, utterly incapable of putting up a fight.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Yang Lingtian struck without pause. Every punch could kill one of the Devil Race's higher-ups.
In less than a moment, more than a dozen Devil Race higher-ups had all been slaughtered by him.
Only one powerful member of the Devil Race in the Ninth Layer Mahayana Realm remained.
"You... who are you?"
The powerful member of the Devil Race in the Ninth Layer Mahayana Realm asked in a trembling voice.
His eyes were filled with terror.
He had never imagined that Yang Lingtian's strength