Chapter 59: The Massacre of Demons, North Sea Becomes a Wasteland
"You all should already know what Yuan Futong has done; why bother asking this humble Daoist?"
Li Mingzhu let out a cold snort. Although she had yet to strike, her killing intent remained overwhelming.
"So, Fellow Daoist, does this mean you are unwilling to resolve this peacefully?"
A short man in black clothes among the seven Great Demons spoke softly, his voice eerily soft and feminine.
"Do you think you're qualified to negotiate peace with this humble Daoist? Ridiculous. All those who collude with Yuan Futong must die!"
Li Mingzhu sneered. These seven Great Demons were no better than Yuan Futong. Under the Spirit Communication Eye, the human bloodstains on their auras were fully exposed.
Seven demons who feasted on the blood of the Human Clan—how could Li Mingzhu hold back?
