Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

A few hundred kilometers away from the Wuling City, on top of a steep mountain peak, over a hundred figures floated over. These people were dressed in sect clothing and were all from sects in the northern region of the continent of the firmament.    

    

"No wonder the demon corpses have disappeared for so long. So they all gathered here. Brother Mo, should we go hunt the demon corpses as well?"    

    

Looking at the densely packed demon corpse tide, a young man dressed in the attire of the Dao Formation Sect said with a serious expression. Soon after, his eyes revealed some fear as he looked at the black figure at the very front.    

    

At this time, Mo Ming was dressed in a beautiful black brocade robe, with one hand behind his back, he stood in the air, looking extremely relaxed and at ease. He squinted his eyes, and with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, he looked at the city that was being attacked by the numerous demon corpse tide, laughed sinisterly, and spoke with a calm voice: "No rush, after they finish killing the demon corpses, we'll make our move.    

    

He could not help but laugh fiendishly as he said, "When the time comes, they will be exhausted one by one. Once we attack, they will definitely be unable to withstand it. It will be much easier to take away their Hundred Sect Jade Plate than to kill demon corpses. Brother Mo's intelligence is truly worthy of our admiration."    

    

As he finished speaking, the youth from the Array Faction flattered him.    

    

The corners of Mo Ming's mouth slightly curled upwards, and on his handsome face, there was all the self-confidence and pride that he had in his hands. If he had known that Long Bufan was among the human Sect Disciples that was resisting the demon corpse tide, he probably would have flown out of rage already.    

    

Two months ago, at the ancient ruins of the Thundercloud Sect, when he snuck into the Thundercrash Mountain to harvest Ancient Lightning Symbol Tree s, they attracted their attention. Halfway through, Long Bufan snatched away his storage bag s.    

    

In these two months, in order to make Long Bufan's death miserable, he had to capture those Sect Disciples who dared to resist, and experimented with no less than twenty cruel killing methods, and accumulated many experiences that were better than death.    

    

"Long Bufan, just you wait. If I catch you, you will definitely regret offending me!" Mo Ming squinted his eyes, the glint in his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake.    

    

Feeling the cold killing intent from Mo Ming's body, the people from the North African Sect all gulped their saliva down, and revealed expressions of fear.    

    

It was clear that these people had all personally witnessed how Mo Ming had used all kinds of cruel methods to kill those who had offended him.    

    

It was best not to offend such a strong and ruthless person.    

    

While the people of the North African Sect were watching the battle covetously, at the eastern gate of the Wuling City, a black figure, although skinny and small, like a mountain, blocked the front of the city gate, forcibly blocking the attack of the demon corpses.    

    

Countless demon corpses were being pushed back by the sword attack!