Gazing at the golden seal smashing down from the sky, the old man's face was filled with extreme solemnity, and he cried out in surprise: "Demon Life Seal! Eight-star demigod of the Demon Race, Demon Luo!"
"Hehe." As the old man's words fell, a cold laughter came from above:
"I didn't expect you to recognize my Demon Life Seal, and also recognize me! If that's the case, you can die in peace now."
"Ha!" At this moment, the old man's solemn face suddenly grinned, emitting a "Ha" laugh and said:
"Many years ago, you indeed made me retreat thousands of miles away as a strong person of the Demon Race, but now I'm already different from back then. Battle!"
The battle cry resounded, and an absolute strong battle intent arose from the old man's body. Despite the other being a well-known eight-star demigod of the Demon Race, he still wanted to fight.
The next moment, the old man's claw struck up, grasping the enormous golden seal—Demon Life Seal—that had already smashed down.
