Cao Zhen was feeling a headache, when suddenly, a mocking voice came from the side.
"Wu Xin junior, why haven't you released your Demonic Mountain yet, why not attack? Oh, I get it, your Demonic Mountain must be too short, you're embarrassed, aren't you?"
A man dressed in black appeared from the side.
Cao Zhen glanced at the emblem on the man's clothes; he was from the Burial Demon Sect.
Apparently, Wu Xin had a grudge with this person from the Burial Demon Sect, but a grudge is a grudge. You can mock, but at least clarify, how short exactly is his Demonic Mountain!
"You!" Cao Zhen didn't even know the man's name, he could only point at the man with a feigned angry look and say "You!"
