The Giant Demon was the second fighter sent out by the alliance of the Huang, Nantian, and other realms. When Mo Yu saw him, he insisted on taking the field. This left Ling Tian and the others quite puzzled; after all, their odds of winning would have been over ninety-nine percent if they sent Xiao Shi instead, and that would have been much safer. But after hearing what Mo Yu said afterward, they understood that the Giant Demon Race and the Mo Family had a deep-seated feud.
A feud passed down through generations was hard to settle. Now that he had seen a Giant Demon take the field, Mo Yu was naturally determined to fight, and Ling Tian and the others couldn't stop him.
Feeling the fighting spirit radiating from Mo Yu, Ling Tian knew he couldn't hold him back. He nodded and said, "Cousin, be careful. If you can, attack from a distance and wear him down."
Mo Yu's eyes lit up, and he seemed to ponder the suggestion. Then he flashed to the middle of the battlefield. Thick demonic sha power spread through the air as he called out, "Mo Yu of the North Profound Mo Family. I look forward to your guidance!"
At the words "Mo Family," Mo Ye's eyes instantly sharpened. Killing intent rolled off him as he let out a cold laugh. "Hahaha! Mo Ye of the Giant Demon Race. I never thought I'd run into someone from the Mo Family here. This is my chance to continue the Giant Demon Race's glory!"
"The outcome's still undecided. Maybe you'll die by my blade!" Mo Yu replied, his own killing intent surging to the heavens.
"Enough talk. Come and die!" Mo Ye roared. As he spoke, he summoned a battle axe and brought it crashing down.