The second source world.
In the center of the world, four or five towering Source Demons were fleeing, engulfed in incomparably dark and profound Demonic Qi.
As Source Demons, second only to the Demon God, since the demon catastrophe descended, such a disgraceful scene had never occurred, especially not with four or five Source Demons at once?
Even when facing a strike from the Eternal Sect, the multitude of Source Demons would merely choose to temporarily avoid the sharp edge and retreat voluntarily. As for fleeing?
Rustle.
At this moment.
Above the four or five Source Demons, a young man appeared quietly.
"Where can you escape to?"
Lin Yuan overlooked the four or five Source Demons.
A stretch of the hand.
Time and space were scooped up.
The four or five Source Demons appeared in Lin Yuan's palm like four or five ants.
