A Battle Between Mortal Enemies
The whole group's gazes turned toward the people ahead, suddenly blazing with murderous intent. Their eyes bloodshot, they snarled, "Good!"
Clutching the stump of his severed right wrist, Meng He sneered in contempt. "Know your place, you fools! Brothers, charge! Show them what the Devil Race is truly capable of!"
At last, the Devil Race members had broken free of the formation and regained their freedom. As one, they surged with spiritual energy, their overwhelming auras erupting in an instant as they crashed head-on into the opening attack launched by Hong Liuyun and the others.
Their merciless blows rang out with thunderous roars, like mountains colliding. The ground trembled faintly beneath them as clouds of dust whipped into the air, leaving the battlefield in utter chaos.
Among their group, Xi Jing was in comparatively the best shape, so he naturally took on Meng He, a powerful early-stage Spirit Lord Realm cultivator. At the same time, Xi Jing kept his Soul Power on guard against Situ Yunshan, who stood smiling off to the side, having already used spiritual energy to form a barrier that cut off the fluctuations of his aura.
That fellow claimed he had no intention of fighting, but it never hurt to be wary. Xi Jing didn't dare let his guard down.
Another figure stood within Situ Yunshan's barrier—a frail boy who watched the bloody battle with a trace of fear in his expression. He murmured hesitantly, "Brother Yunshan, why are we fighting these people?"
Situ Yunshan's smile never faded. He patted the boy's head and said softly, "Because they're our mortal enemies!"
As his words fell, a Devil Race member not far away gathered a mass of raging spiritual energy and ruthlessly hurled it at the opponent charging toward him with a