"You're the one who should die, don't speak of my mother." The boy engulfed in black demonic qi suddenly disappeared from the mud, then the next instant, reeking of foul stench, appeared amidst the crowd.
The crowd scattered to escape but found themselves wrapped in a powerful demonic qi, completely unable to move.
Even I felt as though my body was trapped in mud, struggling to make even the smallest movement.
With unfocused pupils, I watched it, feeling an emptiness inside me.
Its strength had already surpassed that of the zombie demon Congcong from before; if it struck, no one here would survive the day.
The person who had just said that Yu Longting and I should die was now under the watchful eyes of everyone.
He couldn't even grunt before his head was suddenly crushed by the boy's outstretched claw.
