Mu Sha was utterly deaf to the fighting around him. Those screams entered his heart, and he could hear the shrill cries of his brothers among them, yet he remained completely unmoved.
He knew that one day, the same fate would befall him. Therefore, what he needed to do now was take away even more brothers. He had to kill this old man leading the other side in the shortest time possible.
This man definitely possessed the ability to slay ordinary Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators. Once he killed a few people, it would also serve to beat the mountain and frighten the tiger, throwing the others into disorder.
The old man was already gripping the black-light awl in one hand. With a flicker of his body, he appeared behind Mu Sha. His movement technique was so fast that Mu Sha's green whip struck nothing but an afterimage.
Mu Sha's expression immediately froze. The mountain-like old man had already arrived behind him. After exchanging only several lightning-fast moves with Mu Sha, he had already figured out Mu Sha's strength.
His combat experience was exceedingly rich. This Black Devil Race cultivator was weaker than him in raw strength, but his techniques were roughly on par with his own, especially his exceptionally nimble movement technique.
Yet as the old man abruptly appeared behind Mu Sha, the chill in his eyes steadily deepened, instantly transforming into the fiercest killing intent.
Did the other party think that because his body was thick and sturdy, he was truly slower? He had merely wanted to see this devil cultivator's hidden cards.
The other party had likewise been probing his hidden cards, but during those brief breaths, he had deliberately concealed the true speed of his movement technique.
Now that he suddenly erupted, he had indeed caught this