Facing the frenzied counterattack of the Demon Extermination Squad and nearly ten thousand elite members of the Blood Cross, Ye Qiu did not show the slightest fear. He stood tall, like a towering mountain, unwavering and firm.
The corners of Ye Qiu's mouth slightly curved, revealing a disdainful smile.
"Heh, just because there's no more True Qi inside, does that mean I'm destined to be useless? What a group of foolish guys."
Seeing Ye Qiu standing there without any intention to defend, the six members of the Demon Extermination Squad became even more frenzied.
"Demon King Ye Qiu, still pretending to be tough at the brink of death!"
"Really think you're invincible?"
"You think you can continue to do whatever you want at the Blood Cross headquarters after becoming a waste?"
