The nine splendidly dressed male Four-Armed Nagas were leisurely following behind two thousand female Nagas who seemed like meat shields, and the vast fluctuations of Five Elements Spiritual Techniques were already brewing in their hands.
This time, they finally regarded Ye Zhen's Demon Soul Legion with importance, with all nine of the Naga clan's direct elite making a move.
"The one holding the Blood Flag is mine!" Ye Zhen's voice accurately reached the ears of his brothers and friends beside him.
"Kill!"
Accompanying Ye Zhen's angry shout was a piercing sound like wind and thunder.
Two streaks of light crossed the ten-mile distance almost instantly, diving into the group of nine petite Four-Armed Nagas.
These two streaks of light were the transformations of Ye Zhen and the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten; among the group, their speed was unmatched.
However, these direct elite of the Naga clan were evidently veterans of many battles.
