"Impossible! Impossible! The master will not die!" Chang Ling let out a painful roar, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
Night Owl seemed to be going crazy. He came out of the barrier and rushed towards the God Lord who said Wei Zixi was dead. "If you dare to say that the master is dead, I will kill you!!"
"Night Owl!!" When Yan Shang and his companions saw that Night Owl had actually broken out of the barrier, they shouted and rushed out without hesitation.
Swish—the flash of a knife passed by, and the bishop who had just attacked the barrier had his throat cut by their sword.
"Traitor, you should have died long ago!" Yan Shang sneered, no longer caring about the bishops whose deaths were horrible, and rushed to Ye Xiao.
Night Owl was startled: "What are you doing out here?"
"You are allowed to avenge the master, but we are not allowed to do so regardless of everything?" Yan Shang sneered, "Everyone says that the master is cruel and ruthless, but how many people in this world are as genuine as the Demon Lord? I fell into the path of evil because I couldn't stand the hypocrisy and fickleness of human beings. Being able to follow the Demon Lord is the best thing I have done in my life."
Night Owl's eyes turned red, and after a while he laughed loudly, "Okay! Let's kill all these sons of bitches today!"
"Demon Lord, when I have killed enough people, I will come to find you!"
Yan Shang and Chang Ling responded in unison: "Count me in!"
Several people instantly fought with more than a dozen gods, but the cultivation of these gods was higher than theirs, and they were outnumbered. Ye Xiao also had an arm broken, so his fighting power was greatly reduced.
Several people soon couldn't hold on any longer.
At this moment, a cold light flashed in the sky and the sword wind whistled.
A black shadow came from the sky and slashed down with a knife, causing several gods to retreat several steps.
Ye Xiao and the others stared in amazement at the man in black who was falling.
Chang Ling's eyes turned red, and she called out in a trembling voice, "Xuan Mu, you're here?!"
Xuan Mu's expression remained cold, but the turbulent waves in his eyes revealed the unstable emotions in his heart.
After a pause, he said in a hoarse voice: "How can I not be included in the revenge for the Demon Lord?"
They looked at each other, and all of a sudden they felt a surge of bitter pain and pride in their hearts.
All the past grudges and deep hatred disappeared on this battlefield.
However, Xuan Mu's joining could not reverse the battle situation.
Because there are too many soul-eating demons, it is almost impossible to kill them all.
And the cultivation levels of those dozen or so God Lords are far higher than theirs.
Just when the strength of several people was slowly exhausted, their hands and feet were so sore that they couldn't even lift them up.
Suddenly, a deafening dragon roar came from the sky.
With a loud bang, the roof of the entire priest's hall collapsed, and a four-clawed golden dragon was hovering in the sky.
I saw it snorting out of its mouth, and in an instant, most of the soul-devouring evil demon below was swept away by it.
Xuan Mu looked up in shock and saw a slender white figure slowly descending from the golden dragon like a banished immortal.
The purple whip shadow whistled and flashed, and in just a moment, three of the gods who were besieging them were beaten to death by Zi Ming You Luo.
The Blood Hell Demon crawled out of the human body, but just as he was about to escape, the original fire mixed with demonic energy fell down.
As shrill screams rang out, the three Blood Hell evil demons didn't even last ten breaths before they turned into ashes.
"Xi Yue!" Xuan Mu took a step forward, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Xi Yue seemed to know what he was going to ask, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Wei Zixi is dead." (To be continued)