At this moment, time seemed to freeze, crystallizing into a still frame!
Eight super-first masters had pushed Dao Feng to the brink of death while claiming two Demon Cores.
From this instant in time, it appeared to be a resounding victory for them.
However, no one noticed that Huang Yi's expression remained utterly calm from beginning to end.
Even at this very moment, there wasn't the slightest trace of panic on his face.
"Swoosh!" Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the forest!
The Heavenly Dao, who had just unearthed the two Demon Cores and hadn't had time to store them in a storage ring, felt a blur in his vision, the stir of his hair, and then a force striking his hand.
Instinctively glancing down, he saw only his empty palm, still stained with traces of the Demon Clan's blood.
The two Demon Cores were gone.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
