Crack!
Golden blood splattered, a pitiful howl, Emperor Jun's arms already fractured, currently oozing golden blood—this was the result of Ye Xuan's bombardment, further causing his arms to subtly begin twisting in an irregular fashion. If this continued, he would inevitably be suppressed by Ye Xuan right there and then.
"What terrifying physical strength, what magic does he cultivate?"
Suddenly, Zhu Rong, who was watching from a distance, fixated his gaze with an uncertain light flickering in his eyes, gazing at Ye Xuan with an expression of sheer horror.
No one knew Emperor Jun's cultivation better than Zhu Rong. In past years, the two had engaged in a grand battle. Although Emperor Jun of the Demon Race's physical body wasn't as strong as that of an Ancestor Witch, it was by no means weak.
Even Zhu Rong couldn't push Emperor Jun to such a state, but what did he see?
