Chapter 387

Anyway, there were already over a dozen Level Five Initial Stage and Mid-stage Demonic Devils.

Equivalent to over a dozen Divine Connection Realm warriors.

For any faction, this would be an irreplaceable and massive loss!

The intruder, though fierce in aura and extremely powerful,

as long as he had not reached Level Six,

he would not take him seriously.

Within the Divine Connection Realm, he was nearly invincible.

So unlike others,

he actually hoped more such Demonic Devils would come!

"Uncle." 067

Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyu also changed her demeanor, her rosy little face instantly filled with solemnity.

This was far stronger than the Demonic Devils just now!

"Don't be afraid, stay over there."

Meng Zhangqing patted her little head.

And for the first time, Mo Xiaoyu did not resist.

"I can help."

Mo Xiaoyu said seriously.

"Rest assured, within this realm, I am invincible."

A cool breeze drifted by.

Meng Zhangqing's black hair fluttered lightly.

On his handsome face appeared a confident smile.

For a moment, Mo Xiaoyu was left staring in awe.

"All demonic lands before the eyes are souls of the dead; bloodied fingers turn the wheel, none escape rebirth."

A cold voice rang out across heaven and earth.

Or as if rolling in from all directions.

At the same time,

from the endless demonic aura, a figure slowly emerged.

Dressed in a black robe.

Hands clasped behind his back.

His blood-red eyes held a chilling cold that seemed to freeze the entire world.

Level Five Peak Demonic Devil.

"My name is Lord Duoming. Human, you may surrender."

The Demonic Devil Lord Duoming's expression was indifferent, as if he had already decreed Meng Zhangqing's death.

"What realm are you in, reciting poetry?"

"Are you reciting your own epitaph in advance?"

Meng Zhangqing stepped forward, facing the Demonic Devil from afar.