"No!" the Ning Lineage's Heavenly Prodigies howled.
"Monsters! You truly deserve to die!"
The other Heavenly Prodigies of the Nine Provinces fell silent as well.
This was a slaughter in which whoever entered would die. Ning Xinyao of the Ning Lineage had gone willingly to her death, making a tragic, heroic sacrifice.
Their hostility toward the Demon Savage Continent reached its peak.
Many gazes drifted involuntarily toward Li Yang.
They saw no outward display of rage, only those eyes, terrifyingly red, even their whites threatening to turn the color of blood.
Without a word, he charged straight into the Black Tortoise Battlefield.
But Black Tortoise turned, transformed into a fair-skinned youth, and left.
Under Ning Qingfeng's Zhuyou Immortal Art, Li Yang had already returned to his peak in an extremely short time.
His gaze settled on Yinglong, and he drew the Qianyang Core Sword from his dantian.
"I've had all I can stomach of you. Get down here and die!"
More than a hundred Heavenly Prodigies of the Nine Provinces had fallen, while the Demon Savage Continent had lost over thirty.
An extra round!
Seventeen Demon Race Heavenly Prodigies remained behind Yinglong, all restored to their peak condition.
But as they looked at Li Yang in the Black Tortoise Battlefield, his killing intent surging to the heavens, instinctive fear welled up within them.
They lived in a world where the strong devoured the weak, and they were certainly skilled at slaughter.
But their hierarchy was just as strict. Faced with someone stronger, they generally would not provoke them.
And Li Yang was unquestionably stronger. Both his willingness to cast life and death aside in battle and his terrifyingly sharp attacks filled them with fear.
In their eyes, most Heavenly Prodigies of the Nine Provinces were food, with only a few