The three Yan brothers were completely dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, they had been discussing how to track down Xue Ze. Now, Xue Ze had appeared within their Goldenflame City. All their excitement vanished the instant Qin Luo's Myriad Demon Banner shrouded Goldenflame City and Xue Ze heavily wounded Yan the Third with a single kick.
Bloodline—the suppression stemming from one's bloodline. This was a superior being!
"Remember, I am giving you an opportunity—an opportunity to follow this Emperor. In the future, you may become generals under my command."
"But if you fail to appreciate my kindness, then enter my Myriad Demon Banner and serve me as the dead!"
As Qin Luo's voice fell, Yan the Second and Yan the Eldest watched with their own eyes as powerful beast souls charged toward them one after another.
Among them were the souls of the Six-Winged Golden Roc Clan, the Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan, and even their distant kin.
Both of them were at the World Lord Realm, Mid-Stage. They considered themselves quite powerful and believed they should be able to handle these dead souls.
But there were simply too many of them—far too many.
Yan the Eldest roared, "Open for me!"
A terrifying aura descended from the heavens and slammed viciously into him, making him stagger.
Open it? That was impossible!
Xi Huang's strike woke him up as well. Being an intelligent lion, he immediately transmitted his voice to Yan the Second. "Surrender, surrender! Surrender quickly!"
They could not hold them back. They simply could not! How many World Lord Realm dead souls were there here?
There were already ten in plain sight, while even more dead souls radiating World Lord Realm auras lurked in the shadows.
He was terrified! Just how many Demon Race experts had this taken to kill?
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