"Did you take my things without my permission?"
At this moment, Yang Yan suddenly rushed out, moving so fast that the Demon Race was unable to respond.
The Blood Pill that should have belonged to him was immediately snatched by Yang Hu, tightly held in his hand.
"Pathetic human, are you looking for death?"
The Demon Race did not attack immediately, but stared fiercely at Yang Yan.
However, the violent aura surged on its body, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
Manhattan had long harbored a deep-seated hatred for Yang Yan, and now having a powerful ally, he shouted immediately:
"Sir, this person is the peak existence of this small world. Today, he somehow found this place and killed the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch!"
"Nine Netherworld is dead?"
The Demon Race paused, then looked at Yang Yan with a sinister smile:
"Good, good! You've actually killed that Nine Netherworld guy, excellent, truly excellent!"
