Chapter 1088: The Kings Die One After Another Under the Sword

In the resplendent blood sunlight, terror began to surface in the eyes of the Magic Flame Giant with a hole in its chest.

"Originally,"

"The Emperor's descendant, is merely so."

In the void, a Blood-robed Taoist steps forward, holding the hilt of a sword, slowly drawing the crimson blade as an intense and terrifying aura fills the surroundings, as if freezing everything alive.

"Sword Dao Genius of the Human Race..."

The shadow of the Single-Horned Demon God behind the Magic Flame Giant no longer conceals its existence, tremblingly said.

It seems in his heart, the Human Race is not merely a common Slave Clan among the Ten Thousand Clans.

This was not quite logical.

For the Human Race, even more fragile than most Slave Clans, both Divine Soul talent and physical talent extremely weak, and their strength also feeble, are at the bottom layer of the Slave Clans, nothing surprising at all.