Only this could ease the hatred in Di yihong's heart.
Thus, there was not a shred of pity in Di yihong's eyes as he looked at the mysterious men.
Di yihong continuously swung the scepter in his hand, mercilessly destroying and harvesting the lives of these mysterious men step by step.
The Black-Robed Mysterious Man was practically seeing red as he watched his subordinates.
They were like ants, utterly incapable of fighting back under Di yihong's attacks.
Even as the disciples fell to their knees and begged for mercy, Di yihong coldly harvested their lives one after another.
The Black-Robed Mysterious Man's chest heaved violently with rage, his fury boiling over.
He looked like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"Ahhh! You devil, I will never rest until one of us is dead!" His shrill roar tore through the sky, filled with endless resentment.
Driven by near madness and despair,
the Black-Robed Mysterious Man suddenly gritted his teeth. A flash of crimson blood bloomed at the tip of his tongue.
He spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood.
The blood fell beneath the Black-Robed Mysterious Man's feet. At the same time, his hands formed seals at lightning speed, like phantoms.
His ten fingers danced swiftly and nimbly, while his lips moved in a constant chant.
He uttered obscure, incomprehensible incantations that sounded as though they had come from hell itself.
They sent chills down one's spine.
Then, an eerie black magic array suddenly rose around the airship.
The center of the array lay directly beneath the Black-Robed Mysterious Man's feet.
As the black magic array gradually emerged, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Ah Yin could not help worrying about Di yihong.
At the edges of the black magic array, all manner of obscure incantations began to take shape.
Every