"Brother Yang, should we fight or retreat now?"
Wu Qiansheng asked.
Yang Luo said coldly, "First, let's help these guys wipe out some of Huang Yuchen's people!
Once the two sides are fiercely fighting, we'll make a swift retreat!"
"Alright!"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
At this moment.
Hundreds of guards from the Great Desolate Immortal Country and Da Mang Immortal Country, as well as hundreds of disciples from the Heavenly Netherworld Immortal Sect, charged toward Yang Luo and the others!
"Attack!"
Yang Luo shouted sharply, leading everyone to charge forward!
"Brothers, weren't you curious about what exactly Wutian Demon Venerable passed down to me?
Now I'll let you witness it for yourselves!"
Bujie laughed loudly, rushing at the forefront, twisting his fist and striking out fiercely!
"Slaughter Demon Fist!"
A massive black fist, surrounded by rolling demonic qi and soaring magic power, blasted out!
