The demonic wind howled, sharp and oppressive like blades.
The demons released from the Demon Soul Flag roared ferociously, charging toward the seven Divine Emperors. Si Mo, still like a deity, stood suspended in mid-air, holding the Demon Soul Flag in his hands.
On the Demon Soul Flag, two more demons struggled and roared, seemingly trying to break free of their seal and join the slaughter.
Si Mo's expression was stern, his strikingly handsome features showing nothing but indifference.
At this moment, the tenderness he displayed with Mu Qingge was absent, leaving only a cold and unyielding aura, powerful!
The seven Divine Emperors originally came to assassinate him, but now entangled by the demons, they couldn't get close to him. This outcome filled them with great hatred and even started to cause panic.
