Outside the Kunlong Formation, silence reigned.
Inside the Kunlong Formation, Red Contain City was filled with a violent intent to kill, and cries of misery echoed.
The four great phantoms rose like pillars, supporting the Sharp Blade Formation, attacking from east to west, north to south.
In just eight rounds, eighty percent of the Rakshasas in Red Contain City were killed or injured!
"Damn madmen of the Nine Provinces!"
The Rakshasa lord, with no escape up the heavens or into the earth, finally appeared, gritting his teeth and shouting, "My lineage, Luo Rui, has no relation to the Nine Provinces at all!"
"Pah!" Little Tree spat thick phlegm on the ground, mocking while attacking, "If you've got the guts, tell me you don't bear the name Luo!"
"Unbelievable!" Luo Rui held back his anger, took a deep breath, and said bitterly, "Truth be told, my lineage has always been at odds with the Compass lineage, so..."
