"Today, I, this Demon General, must dig out your heart and lungs as an offering to the Demon King," the voice of the Purple Weasel was sharp, filled with great confidence.
The cruelty and ruthlessness of the demon beast were thoroughly revealed.
Although Yan Qing had advanced to the Nine-star Sword God, facing such an intimidating Great Demon, his face turned pale with fear. In his heart, the incredibly powerful Sect Leader Fang, Qiu Jizi, and other bigwigs were actually not a match for the Purple Weasel.
What it brought him, besides shock, was deep-seated fear.
At this moment, only one person could save him.
"Master, save me!"
Though Yan Qing was hot-tempered, combative, and fiercely brave, it didn't mean he wasn't afraid of death. Facing such a formidable enemy whose strength far surpassed his tenfold, if he were to forcibly resist, there would be only one result: obliteration.
