"Hmph, waste"

Lord Yan's eyes narrowed and he looked at the man in black robe who was kneeling on the ground.

The warrior felt his body tightening, as if an invisible force tearing him apart.

A moment later, he was torn into several pieces, and the blood was evaporated in Lord Yan's eyes.

There were only bloody red blood marks on the ground, and nothing else was left behind.

The warriors in the Netherworld Hall were trembling. He was a warrior in the Spirit Realm. He died like this, without even leaving any meat residue.

This method is terrifying

"I don't want to listen to the reasons. I just want the result. That kid can't catch him. You go to the hall master to explain." Lord Yan snorted coldly.

Hearing the word "The Lord" the people lowered their heads even deeper.

"Sir, the Sky Eagle Kingdom is not our power at present. If you attack rashly, you may cause the resistance of the Sky Eagle Kingdom."

"I don't know what that guy took, I have to catch him."
Chapter completed!