"What?"
"How could this happen?"
"Zi Tianmo even activated the ancestor's imprint, why did he still lose?"
Some of Zi Tianmo's admirers couldn't accept this reality, and they shouted crazily, some nearly hysterical.
"Do you still want to fight?"
Ye Fan held the gun with one hand, pointing remotely at Zi Tianmo's throat, if he dared to make any unusual move, the gun light would shoot out and pierce through his throat.
"Of course, I won't lose, I'm the strongest, always the strongest, you can't kill me!"
Zi Tianmo opened his mouth and spat out a small black flag.
"Buzz!"
The small flag swelled in the wind, instantly turning into a huge flag covering the sky and sun, on the black flag, faintly visible are faces, though they're strong people of the Demon Clan, they look particularly eerie.
Ye Fan's expression instantly became solemn, he felt danger from the black flag, it was a demon artifact that could devour person's divine soul.
"Kill!"
