Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

Not far from the mountain peak, Long Bufan and the other three were looking down in shock at the mountain peak which was densely packed with Demon Corpse Army s. Astonishingly, those were the people from the North African Sect s who were in the encirclement.    

    

The difference in numbers between the two sides was enormous.    

    

"AHH!"    

    

Miserable howls sounded out one after another, as human corpses continued to fall. However, before they could drop to the ground, they were pounced on by a large group of demon corpses. Instantly, those corpses were torn apart, and blood dyed the sky.    

    

The bloody smell that spread out in the air stimulated the demon corpses, causing their ferocity to increase even further.    

    

The Giant demon corpse did not join in the massacre. Instead, it simply floated in the air, quietly watching the slaughter banquet. A hint of cruel nostalgia flashed across its scarlet eyes.    

    

He remembered that back then, his demon army killed humans like that, especially in Human Martial Practitioners. Their flesh and blood had been refined by heaven and earth origin energy, and after consuming it, it became even more nourishing compared to those demon beasts.    

    

When the North African Sect s were miserably massacred, Long Bufan, the instigator of the attack, had only watched coldly from the sidelines. Towards his enemies, he had never felt the slightest bit of sympathy or sympathy, and if he did not kill them today, then, tomorrow, he would instead be killed by them.    

    

This kind of result, he would naturally choose the former.    

    

That was because being lenient to his enemies was equivalent to being cruel to himself. This was the truth that he had obtained after countless battles in the past.    

    

"That Mo Ming, as expected of someone from the super sect. Even in the face of so many demon corpses and the injuries caused by the Giant demon corpse, he was still able to display his tyrannical strength." Jiang Yu revealed astonishment on his face as he muttered to himself.    

    

Hearing that, Long Bufan turned and look at Mo Ming's figure.    

    

"Bang, bang, bang!"    

    

The black broken blade danced in Mo Ming's hands, releasing a buzzing sound, like a black dragon emitting a cold light, bringing with it an incomparably powerful and sharp Qi, that fiercely exploded the incoming demon corpses.    

    

Even though the demon corpse's offense was fierce and its defense was strong, in front of Mo Ming's powerful strength, it could not resist at all.    

    

At the same time, strands of black colored devil energy were all absorbed by the Hundred Sect Jade Plate mark on Mo Ming's forehead. As for the black color on the jade tablet, it was slowly growing and spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.    

    

Faintly, his Hundred Sect Jade Plate had already caught up to Long Bufan's battle record, and was only a little bit away from completing the black advancement of the eighth step.    

    

According to this rate of growth, Mo Ming would be a step ahead of him in a short while. He would be teleported to the center of Hundred Sects Battlefield and start the Hundred Sect Ranking Tournament.    

    

"That guy ?" Long Bufan's eyes flashed, and just as he was thinking about how to stop Mo Ming, a furious roar sounded out in the night sky.    

    

It was obvious that Mo Ming's massacre of the demon corpses had aroused the anger of the Giant demon corpse.    

    

The faces of Long Bufan and the others darkened. As expected, they saw that the Giant demon corpse had rushed past the group of demon corpses, and with an extremely terrifying speed, it charged straight towards Mo Ming at lightning speed.    

    

"Dammit, I'm almost there!"    

    

Mo Ming's expression changed. In the exchange earlier, he was already clear about the terrifying strength of the Giant demon corpse. He was definitely not its opponent. However, it was impossible to make it sit still and wait for death.