"Kill."
Li Jinhuang roared and charged forward.
This time, with his little brother covering him, he no longer had so many reservations.
Terrifying Sword Qi echoed through the starry sky as the two figures from before retreated again and again.
At this moment, they felt an overwhelming pressure.
Had Li Jinhuang gone mad?
It was obvious that Li Jinhuang had held back when he attacked them earlier, because apart from them, there were also the densely packed Demon Race members around them, eyeing them like tigers eyeing prey.
But now, Li Jinhuang had clearly gone mad, attacking with all his strength.
If so, what if he killed them?
"Something's wrong with this guy."
The two figures retreated at extreme speed, exchanging looks as they did.
Their minds were in perfect sync, and they immediately understood.
Someone was clearly backing Li Jinhuang now.
Otherwise, Li Jinhuang would never have charged in so mindlessly.
Unless... he no longer wanted to live.
The three figures continued to battle through the starry sky, while Ye Lin simply held the Emperor Sword and silently watched the scene unfold.
That powerful aura was somewhere amid the densely packed Demon Race, yet even now, Ye Lin had not found it.
So he waited for that figure to reveal itself.
"You damned thing, have you gone mad?"
As two thunderous booms rang out, the Yin-Yang Heaven-Treading Bodies were sent flying backward, their bodies smashing fiercely into the distance.
Li Jinhuang, meanwhile, stood where he was with his long sword in hand, grinning.
He appeared calm and composed, but in truth, his breathing was rapid and his expenditure enormous.
Naturally, the surrounding Demon Race noticed his condition.
This caused the Demon Race powerhouses to begin stirring restlessly.
This was Li Jinhuang, after all—a famous wanted criminal of the Heavenly