"Damn, this big bastard blocked us. Can us brothers still make it back in our lifetimes?"
Xu Lang's face turned deathly pale, while Li Xuanmiao remained silent and continued attacking.
Bolts of lightning arts crashed down, their effects naturally exceptional, almost immediately blocking off the tiger-shaped Heavenly Demon.
With a bang, wave after wave of lightning arts descended, directly trapping the tiger-shaped Heavenly Demon where he stood, leaving him utterly unable to move.
"Human Race! Damnable Human Race, I'll have you die!"
"Hahaha!" Seeing this, Xu Lang burst into smug laughter. At the same time, the treasure sword in his hand kept striking forward, with one goal alone—there could never be too few people killed.
Before long, the tiger-shaped Heavenly Demon let out an unwilling roar and finally collapsed.
Just then, an even deeper and more powerful voice appeared before the two of them. "You dare harm a junior of my Tiger Demon Clan? Today, you two are truly doomed to die. Kill, kill, kill!"
Xu Lang's face turned pale again. He clearly had not expected matters to become so thorny all at once. It was over. This time, they were completely finished.
Li Xuanmiao had seen everything clearly from beginning to end. He slapped Xu Lang on the shoulder and said irritably, "Do you even need to ask?
"It was probably Qin Jiuge who came.
"Brother Qin, we brothers haven't seen each other for so long. Was there really any need to start shouting about killing the moment we met again?
"As far as I know, these Heavenly Demons are entirely formed from the resentment of the Eternal Heavenly Demon Ancient Battlefield. How could there still be any distinction of race?
"Besides, Brother Qin, the aura around you is far too obvious. Especially that lightning art—it simply cannot be