"Oh? Really?" Zhu Tianmo sneered disdainfully, "I will make you taste the flavor of despair."
"Facing the current power of mine, Zhu Tianmo has activated the bloodline power of the Demon Clan, meaning if he hadn't, he may have been injured by me," Long Shi Hun thought to himself.
With this thought, Long Shi Hun felt a bit more confident.
Even if unable to defeat Zhu Tianmo, it would be enough to injure him.
"To let me feel the flavor of despair, let's see your True Immortal skills," Long Shi Hun said coldly, once again unleashing a surging aura.
"Boastful words," Zhu Tianmo sneered, a vicious glint flashing in his old eyes.
Zhu Huang sneered disdainfully, mocking, "Long Shi Hun, you are already injured, your peak strength cannot match the old clan leader, I think you should give up, isn't it better to die quickly?"
"Seeking death," Zhu Aoyun shook his head.
