Wang Xiang shook his head and said, "How is that possible? It's just a tide of beasts in reality. The beasts only know how to rush to rush. Now they are demon cultivators, all of whom are scheming and possess various magical spells. It's difficult for the overlord Yin people to play a role."

Zhou Xingma snorted: "That's not necessarily. We are getting stronger, and he is getting stronger. Do you know how many Yin people he has in his hands now? Don't forget that he has walked through Xiya Mountain!"

Wang Xiang choked and did not dare to refute anymore, for fear of being slapped in the face.

Emperor Meng frowned, did not respond, and began to speed up. He quickly and the others accelerated.

The danger of the Shifang Sect enveloped them, and the voice of the large army became smaller and smaller until everyone stopped talking.

...

Bang!

Another corpse of the demon cultivator fell in front of Yang Dai, and he easily absorbed it.

He had absorbed ten thousand demon cultivators and his head was dizzy.

He did not summon these demon cultivators, but kept them, and maybe they could play a key role later.

"Are you okay?" Ji Yunyan asked nervously.

Yang Dai replied: "It's okay."

His eyes looked at Jian Tu. Murong Changan could not decide the winner in a short time, so he hoped that he would be on Jian Tu.

Jian Tu faced even weaker enemies. The white-haired man had been beaten to pieces by him, no longer as strong as before.

boom!

A surge of momentum erupted from the sky, shocking the Yin people. The demon cultivator subconsciously turned his head to look, and Yang Dai was the same.
Chapter completed!