It seems just like those genius warriors from the Alien Race, who were completely powerless to resist and were killed.
Thinking of this, his heart trembled a bit with fear, and the killing intent in his eyes was uncontrollable.
He absolutely could not accept dying like this.
Being casually killed off like a minion.
If he was going to die, he needed to die on the battlefield in a blaze of glory, leaving his name behind!
And not like them.
"Wait a little longer."
The killing intent in Bolunaya's heart was not any less.
He had the same thought.
Moreover, he believed he had the ability and opportunity to break through to the Eleventh Realm!
How could he be casually killed like a minion?
But that was what he used to think; now his thoughts were almost the same as his subordinates.
In the same Realm, could he withstand Nezha's onslaught?
Clearly not!
Because he saw a Demon Race also on the Undead Clan's must-kill list.
