Kill Every Single One of Them

Luo Hong's spiritual body had been torn into pieces. He knew that he had failed utterly, and there was no way he could reverse this desperate situation. This was especially true when he saw the other saint, quasi-saint, and the golden arhat level expert enter the other spiritual battlefield. He had chills running from head to toe because he knew that this tragedy was caused by him.

Who was the enemy over there? How could anyone survive a battle against Yaoyao? Even though he was a saint and was incredibly arrogant, he still knew that those people were certain to die.

This was an achievement Yaoyao had killed her way to in the olden days. Even though she hadn't made a move, everyone already considered the eight masters of the Deity race dead. They knew these people had no chance.

"Ah…"