Hands
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Zhao Xiao clenched his teeth tightly, his fists clenched, and his fingernails dug into his skin without him feeling any pain.
âYe Li, it was you who killed my son!â Zhao Xiao enunciated each word slowly and sternly.
âYes, didnât I just say that?â Ye Li replied indifferently.
Instantly, the atmosphere became extremely tense.
âBig brother, what should we do?â Tian E, the Third Leader of the Sky Eagle Organization, looked at Zi Shan and asked.
Before Zishan could answer, Jiang Feng spoke up, âWhat should we do? Canât you see that Qiongâer is by his side?â
âNonsense!â
Zishan scolded him, âCanât you see that Demon King Ye Li is helping our Sky Eagle Organization? He could have simply walked away after killing Zhao Yang, but not only did he not do that, he even admitted it to Zhao Xiao.â
âLater, if the Skeleton Undead Clan and the Fire-worshiping Sect make a move against Demon King Ye Li, all the genetic warriors of our Sky Eagle Organization will leave the city to assist Demon King Ye Li!â
Jiang Feng and Tian E looked at each other, realizing that what Zishan said made perfect sense.
âYe Li, now that youâve admitted to killing my son, you must pay with your life!â Zhao Xiao roared.
âKill him!â
âKill him!â
Not only Zhao Xiao, but the ninth-tier heavy sword-wielding undead also gave tiers to the heavy sword-wielding undead and the zombies.
The ninth-tier heavy sword-wielding undead felt that Ye Liâs existence was too terrifying. If he wasnât eliminated, there might not be a place for the Dark Race in the entire Wilderness Northern Region.
In an instant, the heavy sword-wielding undead Clan, the zombie horde, and the genetic warriors of the Fire-worshiping Sect all attacked Ye Li.
âAll genetic warriors of the Sky Eagle Organization, obey tiers! Leave the city and fight against these bustards from the Dark Race and the Fire-worshiping Sect!â
With Zishanâs command, the gate of the Sky Eagle Base swung open, and countless genetic warriors rushed out.
âSenior Demon King, what should we do?â
Ziqiong was so terrified that she had lost her wits. With so many Dark Race members, zombies, and Fire-worshiping Sect genetic warriors charging towards them, the situation was incredibly terrifying.
Ye Liâs face remained unmoved, and he smiled wickedly.
He had already activated the third tier of the Ancient Devil Tome!
In an instant, demonic aura enveloped the area, and the once bright sky became densely clouded.
Ye Liâs hair floated in the windless air as he retrieved the Dragon-Slaying Demon Blade from his system space.
âAooâ¦wu!â
A dragonâs roar echoed as the phantom of a five-clawed blood dragon circled in the sky.
Immediately afterward, horrifying sounds of a blade rang out.
The ninth-tier heavy sword-wielding undead stared at the blade in Ye Liâs hand and exclaimed, âThe Dragon-slaying Blade!â
âDragon-slaying Blade!â
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Xiao, the Fire-worshiping Sectâs two elders and nine guardians, Zishan, Jiang Feng, Tian E, and the ten Sky Eagle Organization elders were all shocked.
They had naturally heard of the Dragon-slaying Blade, one of the Ten Great Divine Weapons. Legend had it that once all the Ten Great Divine Weapons were gathered, they could reveal a staggering secret.
They could never have imagined that the Demon King Ye Li would possess the Dragon-slaying Blade!
Demonic aura surrounded Ye Li, and he leaped into the air with a single step.
âPrimordial-Demon-Slash!â
As the words fell, the blade fell!
Three thousand godly and demonic phantoms attacked fiercely.
âBoom!â
Immediately, the earth shook, the heavens changed color, and a deafening explosion echoed.
After the explosion, it was unknown how many casualties the Dark Race, zombies, and Fire-worshiping Sect had suffered..