"Three Seven-Star God Emperors, two Eight-Star God Emperors, I'm no match for them."
Feng Wuchen shrugged his shoulders and had a look of resignation.
"Brat, although I don't claim to know you very well, I know enough. I don't believe you're willing to die. What about your fiancée if you die? And what about the Dragon God Palace?" The Blood Demon transmitted with a cold sneer.
"..." Feng Wuchen was speechless internally, thinking, "This beast isn't easy to deceive."
"Kid, do you have any last words?" The leading man asked coldly, ready to kill Feng Wuchen.
"Who hired you?" Feng Wuchen asked.
"Such a foolish question, do you think we'll answer you?" A Seven-Star God Emperor sneered disdainfully.
"Prepare to die!" The leading Eight-Star God Emperor coldly shouted, unleashing a ruthless slap toward Feng Wuchen's Tianling Gai.
The power of an Eight-Star God Emperor, if this slap lands, Feng Wuchen will surely die!
