Ling Yun played casually with the Immortal Brew in his wine glass, his half-smiling expression truly chilling to the bone.
Nobody knew what he was going to do next!
Iron Wolf Demon King shivered and said, "Lord King of Hell, we will retreat right now."
As he spoke, he actually prepared to leave. His action earned a look of utter disdain from Spotted Leopard Demon King.
"Did this king say you could leave?"
"What?" Black Heart Tiger Demon King's expression changed. He thought to himself that the King of Hell was going to kill them, and that he had to escape or beg for mercy, perhaps leaving a glimmer of survival.
Spotted Leopard Demon King felt a surge of joy. He had already seized control of the immortal artifact's position, and as long as he... Hehehe! At that time, the King of Hell? Just like that. If he didn't pin him to the ground and rub his face in the dirt, he wouldn't be a demon king.
The imagination was certainly wonderful, and he had prepared everything, but the result was not what he wanted.
His immortal artifact passed directly through Ling Yun's body. The latter smiled. A cheap trick. With a grab in the void, that immortal artifact fell like a bowl hitting the floor, utterly fragile.
"What the hell... Run!" Spotted Leopard Demon King then transformed into a dozen streams of black Qi and scattered in different directions, terrified of being even a step too slow.
Black Heart Tiger Demon King and the others did the same, simply to make it impossible for Ling Yun to chase them or tell them apart.
Ling Yun punched into the empty air, a rapid series of crackling sounds ringing out as the layers of the air shattered, nakedly visible force spreading