In the sky, the Winged Demon squad gradually approached.
From a distance, they looked like a dark cloud pressing down, with a thunderstorm impending. However, the sky was cloudless, allowing people to clearly see the spectacle in the sky, including Wen Ping.
"It's Murong Qing again?" As they came closer, Murong Qing's face clearly appeared in view.
Why is this guy like a locust?
In this world where humans and demons coexist, he didn't want to be a good person, but he also didn't want to be a ruthless killer.
Does this guy have to force him to kill him?
"Murong Qing, is it that my Immortal Sect can't scare you, or has your Hundred Sects Alliance become too audacious?" Wen Ping quietly stood there, with Zhao Yi standing by his side, looking so ordinary, lacking the imposing aura of a supreme expert. Yet, even so, it made the whole Winged Demon squad abruptly halt.
