"Crack..."
"Crack..."
Crisp sounds like ice shattering rang out, reaching everyone's ears clearly across the now-silent battlefield.
Fine cracks appeared across Xiong Shan's body, then rapidly spread.
In an instant, cracks covered his entire body like a dense spiderweb.
The next second, with a brittle crash, Xiong Shan's body shattered into tiny green crystals that rained down from the sky.
Only wisps of pitch-black demonic mist remained, slowly drifting into the air, where the aura of nature devoured and absorbed them.
"Chief..."
"The chief is dead..."
The War Bear Tribe's demon soldiers turned ashen, sinking into a pall of despair.
Even the Red Wolf Tribe's demon soldiers wore terrified expressions, their fighting spirit utterly gone.
As the chief of the War Bear Tribe, Xiong Shan had been evenly matched with their own chief, Lang Wei.
Yet now, Lin Mo had killed Xiong Shan in a single strike with that branch.
Then next... wouldn't it be their chief Lang Wei's turn?!
Lin Mo exhaled a faint breath of stale air and slowly turned to look at Lang Wei.
Lang Wei shuddered and instinctively turned to flee.
Yet the instant he turned, Lin Yang descended from the sky, blocking his escape.
"Chief Lang Wei, are you trying to run away?"
Lin Yang smiled. "As one of the demon kings of Ten Thousand Fiends Mountain, aren't you disgracing our mountain's Demon Race by fleeing with your tail between your legs, frightened off by a single human?"
"You... you..."
Lang Wei's face shifted from green to purple. Trapped between Lin Yang and Lin Mo, he sank into despair. Pointing at Lin Yang, he roared hysterically, "Lin Yang, you sanctimonious hypocrite!"
"If you hadn't suddenly come to the battlefield and bestowed your power upon this human, this human brat would have died beneath my claws