In an instant, the power of the great way that the Holy Son of the Nether Clan suddenly stopped.

For a moment, his figure was trampled into the ground by Wang Mang.

However, Wang Mang seemed to be unsatisfied and began to trample on.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

As a heinous trampling sound came, the ground around him began to crack gradually.

Looking at the tragic situation of the Holy Son of the Underworld, everyone watching the battle in the distance swallowed in fear.

Then, they pointed at Wang Mang and said:

"It's too exaggerated. The Holy Son of the Underworld Clan was powerless in front of him."

"What an incredible scene!"

"That's right, it seems that it's not good for us to watch the battle here?"

"Tsk, I'm going to die and no one stops you!"

"That is, how can we intervene in the battle between the Holy Sons?"

...

At this time, in the clan leader's pavilion.

Looking at the Holy Son of the Underworld who was beaten by Wang Mang, the Chief of the Underworld's face was terrifying.

You know, his performance at this time was completely inferior to the two holy sons Wang Mang met before.

This kind of battle situation is undoubtedly slapping their Nether Clan in the face.

As soon as he thought of this, he spoke anxiously:

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Have you eaten the power of the heart of the God of the Underworld?"

Seeing the furious leader of the Ming clan, Mo Yang smiled silently.

Whether it was the Holy Son of the Underworld who was crushed by Wang Mang or the angry Chief of the Underworld who made him feel happy.

...

Just as Wang Mang kept trampling on the Holy Son of the Underworld, an angry voice suddenly sounded:

"Have you played enough?"
Chapter completed!