The Physique Transcending to Supreme Sainthood

Outside the imperial city, killing intent soared into the sky. The Saint army of the Infernal Court launched fierce attacks again and again. Those who wanted to kill Zhang Ruochen were extremely determined.

 

Zhang Ruochen walked step by step with bloody footprints. Each step he took would aggravate his injury. He's like a lonely boat in the sea, it could capsize at any time.

 

The leaders of the various clans were all very aggressive. They wanted nothing more than to kill Zhang Ruochen with their own hands.

 

"Brother, are we just going to watch Zhang Ruochen be killed?" Xue Ningxiao frowned.

 

Lord Xue Chen shook his head and said, "Killing Zhang Ruochen is the main objective of the Infernal Court. At this time, no one can stop it."