In Black Wind Mountain, one human and one demon fiend, one chasing and one fleeing, both moved as fast as lightning.
After a finger point, the speed of the White Belly Demon Monarch slowed down a bit.
Although Huo Tianzheng had said not to kill the demon monarchs of Black Wind Ridge for the time being, Wei Fan could not care less since the other party had already taken action.
To dare attack him and provoke him, even if it were the son of a Demon King, deserves to be killed.
Boom!
A loud noise came again as a crescent moon emitted terrifying waves, slicing straight towards him.
The integration of martial arts and weapon, the Silver Moon Palm!
At this moment, the White Belly Demon Monarch finally showed some fear. Although both were elementary divine soldiers, the power in Wei Fan's hands was evidently different from that in Long Xueyi's.
This Silver Moon definitely had the power to harm him!
