The Great Devil King

"Hoo!"

Xia Ping took a deep breath and circulated the Pure Yang Indestructible Art. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he had finally completely refined the surging soul power and made it his own.

Instantly, he felt refreshed and invigorated, feeling better than ever before.

"Hmm? Rabbit Linglong and the others seem to be in that area." Xia Ping turned around and immediately sensed a large gathering of demons and humans not far away, seemingly watching something nearby.

Whoosh!

His figure flickered as he manipulated his Golden Crow wings, flying toward the place where the crowd had gathered.

However, it would have been better if Xia Ping hadn't moved; the moment he did, he immediately sent the group of demons into a panicked frenzy.

"Oh my god, that human is coming over!"

"What?! He's actually coming over? It's over, we're completely finished!"

"Run, hurry up and run! If we don't run, we're dead!"

Many demons were scared half to death, some turning green in the face. Their relationship with Xia Ping was far from good, and since they belonged to different races, there was a deep-seated blood feud between them.

Now that this Xia Ping was so terrifyingly fierce, carrying the momentum of having annihilated an army of one hundred thousand Evil Demons, they could only imagine the terror and fear in their hearts as he flew toward them.

Although this human might not necessarily have malicious intent, the problem was that one could never be too careful. If this human did have bad intentions and wanted to wipe them out, who would compensate them for their lives?

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

The group of demons was scared witless. Not daring to stay where they were, they looked at Xia Ping as if he were a plague, desperate