I Choose Anger (2)

As for the two Fusion-level Demon Race members, Great Saint Raging Nightmare retreated a thousand feet away in a sorry state. As for the other early-stage demonic cultivator, one of his demonic horns had been cut off. His clothes were torn and there were a few bloody sword marks on his body.

"Damn it, the trap is actually him. We were careless!"

Great Saint Raging Nightmare's expression was ugly. "This guy is actually willing to die to trick us!"

The injured Great Saint looked at his wound and was a little shocked. "How can the power erupting from his body be so terrifying? How can a Void Refinement Realm cultivator do this?"

"I don't know. Maybe one of the guys left it in his body, just waiting to detonate it when we get here."

Great Saint Raging Nightmare subconsciously did not believe that the power just now could be cultivated by a Void Refinement Realm cultivator.

"Do you guys like to make wild guesses?"