"It's just the two of you left now," Chu Mu Shen said softly, his gaze sweeping over the last two demonic cultivators in front of him, including Luohu.
His voice was somewhat weary, with fatigue written all over his face.
Battle up to now, even if Chu Mu Shen's combat power was extraordinary, it was impossible to not pay a price.
His white clothes were already stained with blood, turning crimson, then dark.
His injuries were astonishing, and he could maintain his combat power entirely by relying on his own will.
"Eleven Demon Lords, eleven Demon Lords!" The last remaining Demon Lord beside Luohu—the Vast Venerable of the Northern Barbarian Demon Lords—cried out in despair.
"A devastating defeat. After today, the power structure of the two races will completely change, and we are all sinners!" Vast Venerable shouted mournfully while coughing blood, his expression twisted, unable to accept this result.
