Amidst the roar, the ten directions trembled, with waterfall after waterfall of lightning cascading down from the heavens, a sight to behold!
Shi Hao's brows were furrowed, his black hair fluttering, and his murderous aura soared to the sky. At this moment, he thirsted for battle, yearning to be bathed in enemy blood, to wash away his gloom.
"Haha..." The Mantis Centipede laughed, unafraid as it stood in the void, its centipede body glinting with a cold metallic luster, its mantis arms as bright as a heavenly blade across the sky.
Then, the Mantis Centipede looked down upon Shi Hao on the ground, and said contemptuously, "How laughable, just now, the cultivators of your realm, from old to young, fell one after another like corpses lying here, groveling at our feet, all failures, unable to withstand a single blow. And you dare to talk of killing me? Haven't enough of your people bled? What do your humble race have to challenge me, to fight against me? You're too weak!"
