With such a sharp sword, it can be imagined that these demons will definitely be extremely angry with Lu Qingshan and use most of their strength to chase Lu Qingshan.

His heart trembled faintly.

This is also true.

After Lu Qingshan's sword strike, the young man in white robes felt a terrifying murderous aura.

"You deserve to die!" A deep voice echoed throughout the sky.

"The escape technique is not obvious, but the sword cultivation method is ruthless, and the escape technique is very fast, which is difficult to deal with.

Fierce fire, you lead five people to chase that Dharma cultivator, and the rest of you, follow me to chase down this sword cultivator!" The young man in white robe immediately made arrangements and ordered.

"Yes, Your Highness Tianmang." The one called Fierce Fire was a giant bear with red eyes and white fur, and he replied in the language of the demon clan.

In the sky, the demon clan quickly divided into two columns. The one with more people, led by His Highness Tianmang, chased Lu Qingshan, while the other column followed Mo Yan.

"You should be able to deal with the six-headed seventh-grade ferocious beasts, right?" Seeing this, Lu Qingshan murmured in his heart.

Now that things have happened, he can only believe in Mo Yan.

Possessing the legendary talent [Body Burning], this world is a worthy child of luck. He should be able to turn disaster into good, right?

He can't take care of too much now.

Leading away His Highness Tianmang, who has cultivated in the eighth level of the demon race, is the best he can do. The rest can only be left to Mo Yan to wish for more blessings for himself.

He himself is now like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, unable to protect himself.

His escape technique is fast, but no matter how fast he is, he can never be faster than an Eighth Realm monk.

That's unreasonable.
Chapter completed!