The entire battlefield's air seemed to have frozen.
However, the Rakshasa was laughing hysterically.
So mad it didn't seem human.
"Zhang Beixing, you're too naive!"
"With just this bit of skill, you dare shout at the Demon Race?"
A shout cut off, and Demonic Qi soared to the sky.
Boundless purple mist instantly transformed into a pitch-black giant net, falling on the Great Zhou Legion.
"Bastard!"
Richard, seeing this, hurriedly urged his horse forward, wanting to protect his lord behind him.
However, a black shadow suddenly appeared at that moment.
Like a ghost, blocking his path.
"Who are you?!"
Richard's face changed with anger, questioning harshly.
"Hehe, I am one of the four Grand Elders of the Demon Race, King Asura!"
The newcomer sneered repeatedly, with a chilling murderous intent surging.
"General Richard, I've long admired your name."
"Today, I will eradicate you, the Demon Race's greatest threat!"
