Old and New Hatred Together

"Haha, the three of you aren't qualified to take my life!" Ye Wuhen was not at a disadvantage at all as he laughed wildly. Not only that, but he could also face them calmly. The bloodlust in his body would gradually erupt as his battle continued. At this moment, he was like a god of death, entering an uninhabited place.

Boom!

In a moment, hundreds of demon seeds charged out, wanting to take advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack.

In the darkness, hundreds of Ye Clan experts charged out, wanting to stop them from afar. Unexpectedly, Ye Wuhen refused and said, "All of you, stand down. A bunch of trash. Today, I'll use your blood to mourn my dead clansmen."

With a domineering shout, the black saber raised and slashed down. Blood dyed the world red. In Ye Wuhen's massacre, it was like a blood-colored flower in the night, emitting a dazzling light.