Those Who Block Me Die

Rustle, rustle...

All the demonic beasts were so terrified that they took flight, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Some, overcome with fear, crashed into several distant buildings. Others cowered in corners, trembling violently.

The scene was absurd, yet chilling to the extreme.

The sight was incomprehensible, leaving Mo Ci's frost-covered face utterly stunned.

But she had no time to think, because Sikong Jing was charging at her again. Mo Ci flashed away and shouted wildly, "Elder of the Horizontal Blade Sect, help me!"

She had completely cast aside her pride and begun begging for help.

At her words, Wu Zhenzhi froze slightly before shouting, "Fine, but I want a Universe-grade treasured blade."

Though Mo Ci had kicked him away earlier and even threatened him, Wu Zhenzhi did not care. Compared to Mo Ci, he wanted Sikong Jing dead more, and as long as there was profit to be had, that was enough.

A gleam flashed in Mo Ci's eyes. She had already darted behind Wu Zhenzhi and said without hesitation, "Fine, I agree."

This was no time to haggle. Her life was practically hanging by a thread.

The instant she agreed, Wu Zhenzhi burst into laughter. "Benxing, although Soul Devourer is not the real Soul Devourer, I'll still help you cut him down now. Watch closely—the true strength of the Horizontal Blade Sect!"

As he spoke, his horizontal blade swept forth, slashing straight at the charging Sikong Jing.

At the same time, Yan Benxing threw back his head and laughed madly. "Soul Devourer Sikong Jing, you can still only be my stepping stone. You and the Steel Bone Flying Vulture are wounded so badly—you cannot possibly be a match for Elder Wu!"

As he spoke, he watched with a sinister grin as Wu Zhenzhi's horizontal