"Master!"
Lu Changsheng's disciples cried out in alarm when they saw their master struck by the Heixiong Spirit's claw.
"I'm afraid he's in grave danger."
"The gap between him and the Heixiong Spirit is too vast."
The people from the Qi Clan believed that Lu Changsheng was facing a life-or-death situation.
A sixth-grade Divine King, struck by the Heixiong Spirit of the Immortal Realm, was unlikely to survive.
"The human brat has already been slaughtered by me, and you will all become my food."
The Heixiong Spirit shifted its gaze to the others.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
At this moment, Lu Changsheng crawled out from the ground, aching all over.
Indeed, he was no match for the Great Experts of the Demon Race.
