Huang Daochu soared like an eagle across the sky, gently retracting his wings as he slowly descended before him.
A gust of wind rushed forward.
Leng Tieya's clothes rustled loudly.
Huang Daochu seemed leisurely, yet his speed was extremely fast, appearing carefree while carrying strong winds.
Leng Tieya clasped his fists and smiled, "Senior Brother Huang, it's indeed you."
He guessed that the one coming to support him was Huang Daochu.
Among the Inner Palace disciples, only Huang Daochu was acquainted with him.
Zhou Jiangming, the administrator, couldn't possibly overlook this.
"How many have you killed?" Huang Daochu surveyed the surroundings, eyes like torches.
Suddenly breaking his usual indifference and laxity in the Great Heavenly Demon Palace, his eyes burned brightly, exuding a sharp aura.
As if he had become a different person.
Leng Tieya said, "Less than a hundred, the bodies were all thrown down below."
"Can they resurrect?"
