As shadows of demons flickered, masters emerged, completely surrounding Lu Qingshan and cutting off his escape route.
If a savage like him managed to enter the Royal City and they couldn't decisively kill him, then the Black Armor Domain would lose much face.
Killing intent filled the air.
"You have a lot of guts," said a High Ranking Demon Venerable.
They could see that Lu Qingshan was severely injured.
In their eyes, with injuries like his, Lu Qingshan couldn't possibly have any combat power left, like a toothless tiger, he posed no significant threat.
"Are you hoping for one last burst of madness before you die?" said a High Ranking Demon Venerable from the Tuoba Demon Tribe, looking at Lu Qingshan with chilling eyes.
To the demonic cultivators, this seemed like the only possibility. Lu Qingshan knew he was cornered and wouldn't last long, so he wanted one last stand, a desperate gamble before death.
