Demon Sect's Xuan wore a sarcastic smile on his face, seemingly mocking the capability of the Forest Dust.
With the thunderous roar of the forest's dust, his long hair flew wildly like a mad demon, steps echoing emptily, body like a phantom, fists like lightning, you like the wind, fists and feet casting forth, the ground split open, gravel filled the sky, wind and dust abounded.
"The Devil is responsible."
As if a double-decker train, powerful and surging like a Vajra, Lin Du's teacher, Xie Zhong, couldn't help but spit out a Blood Arrow, his bones cracking with a "snapping" sound, people watched like a soccer ball being kicked out, hitting the ground amidst earthquakes and clouds of dust.
Demon King Tao Zhong shook his head, "I hadn't expected this." Demon King Tao Zhong shook his head again.
Even the dust of the forest had been dug out from holes in the ground, leaving trails of blood in the corners of the crowd.
