"Let's go again!"
Wang Nanguo's face was grim.
The aura emanating from that demonic sword was becoming increasingly terrifying, and Wang Nanguo had a foreboding feeling in his heart.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Two Fifth-Grades, one in front and one behind, charged at Hei Chen in mid-air once again.
Rumble.
Poof!
This time, they miscalculated, as Wu Xianwei was pierced directly through the chest by a bloodthirsty life rope, and although his heart was not hit, he was critically injured and could barely stand.
Wang Nanguo was similarly sent flying by the intense Qi Blood, churned up inside, and managed to barely suppress it.
Damn it!
Hei Chen must be using a battle technique similar to the Celestial Demon Disintegration; he's gone mad, he's going to commit suicide.
With Wang Nanguo's power, he couldn't possibly stop it.
Now, although Hei Chen couldn't move, he was endlessly approaching the power of a Sixth-Grade Grandmaster, and it must be noted that he was burning his own life force.
