"The Demon Race really does have a lot of geniuses."
Zhang Bin was also muttering in his heart, this youth had only cultivated to the later stages of Great Demon.
Yet he could easily defeat two gatekeepers who were one realm higher than him.
He couldn't be anything else but a rare genius.
Zhang Bin was planning to do the same and barge in forcefully just like that.
But suddenly, a dead dog was thrown out.
It landed on the ground with a thud.
Upon closer inspection, it was not a dead dog at all.
It was shockingly the youth who had just forced his way in.
His limbs were broken, his chest bones shattered, and blood was flowing from his mouth.
His face was filled with fear.
He was lying on the ground screaming, unable to get up.
Everyone was stunned, and then many bent over and burst into laughter.
Only Zhang Bin felt chills in his heart.
Because in just that brief moment, the powerful youth had been beaten to a pulp.
He hadn't even heard the sounds of battle.
