Hearing the voice, the Demon Lord stood up suddenly, but as he stood there, his eyes suddenly shook, his ears felt buzzing, and his vision became blurry. A figure appeared in front of him as if he was slashing at him with a knife, so he instinctively turned his hand and hit the other person with his palm.
"Bang!"
"puff!"
"Master, Master..."
The demon cultivator who was knocked flying fell to the ground, feeling his sternum shattered, his internal organs injured, and blood still flowing out of his mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't utter the last word and swallowed his breath unwillingly.
The demon cultivator's call of "Master" sobered the Demon Lord up. He was shocked, but after calming himself down, he saw that the person who was knocked away was the demon cultivator who had just been helping him cut meat and scoop wine!
Hearing crazy voices from behind, the sounds of swords clashing and the fighting atmosphere in the air made him take a big step forward. With a quick step, his figure instantly flashed more than ten steps away.
When he arrived at the place where the battle was taking place, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He saw that the people fighting desperately in front of him were all his men! But for some reason, they were all hacking at random as if they didn't care about their lives. The scene was bloody and there were many corpses on the ground.
Watching this scene, he felt all the energy and blood rushing to his head, as if it was about to explode. He shouted angrily, "Stop it, everyone! Stop it! What are you doing!"
However, his voice could not stop them. Those people were still hacking at each other, each showing an extremely brutal and bloodthirsty side, with only the determination to kill the other party in their eyes.
Seeing this scene, he was anxious and angry. With a raging rage, he clenched his fists and raised his head and roared, "People from Fengcheng! Get out here!"
His voice contained the pressure and aura of a powerful Immortal Lord. As his voice spread, the pressure and aura also spread in the air. The powerful pressure covered everyone, and immediately caused the demon cultivators in the melee to fall down with their heads in their hands and screaming.
At this moment, a red figure quietly appeared in the night, her red clothes fluttering in the night wind, her back facing the crescent moon in the night sky, so her face could not be seen clearly by the Demon Lord below.
"It's you! It was you who did it, right!" The Demon Lord stared at the figure that appeared in the air, murderous intent bursting out of his body. He immediately took a deep breath and flew upwards.
When he reached mid-air and saw clearly the face of the red figure opposite him, even though he was filled with anger and murderous intent, he was stunned at this moment.
That face was indeed peerless! The slightly raised corners of her eyes and the slightly curled corners of her lips all exuded a wicked and wanton aura. Although she was wearing men's clothes, it did not detract from her peerless elegance and beautiful face.
This woman! She is even more stunning than the portrait!
“It’s a gift in return. Are you satisfied with the gift I prepared for you?” Fengjiu raised the corners of her lips and chuckled. Her evil voice carried a breath of spiritual energy in the night wind.
The Demon Lord stared at her. Even though she had an extremely beautiful face, at this moment, he still had the urge to strangle her to death!