When the Yellow Wasps crossed the border, nothing was left alive; within Seven Stars City, millions of strong ones fell, almost within just half a day.
And the warriors who rushed out of the city almost all died at the hands of the Demon Sect martial artists.
Leng Yun, covered in wounds and with a grim face, stormed into the battlefield and found the now-mad Shi Zhongxian.
Shi Zhongxian was frantically slaying the black-clothed warriors charging toward him.
"Come on!"
"Come on, you beasts, all of you, come on!"
Shi Zhongxian roared continuously, his eyes blood-red.
The black-clothed warriors surrounding Shi Zhongxian looked alarmed and whispered, "Isn't this person strange? Every time he's hit, his body turns into stone, and then it reshapes!"
"What kind of cultivation skill is this? Is it a martial technique?"
"This person possesses a great treasure! We must not let him escape alive!"
