Ghost Face Goat looked at Saint One, who was right in front of him, and couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.
He could feel the vigorous Qi and blood of others, but he couldn't sense Saint One's.
Moreover, this person in armor was about as strong as him.
He shouldn't be unable to sense it!
'Whatever, I'll just devour him and have an appetizer first!'
At the thought of fresh and delicious blood, Ghost Face Goat trembled with excitement.
"Kill him!"
Tuman's order came just in time.
Ghost Face Goat ignored it.
The inherited summoning technique left behind by the Evil Demons definitely couldn't control them.
'I can't waste any more time. Every mouthful of blood counts.'
He should have been summoned for ten minutes this time.
'I can't do anything, so I'll take him down first.'
"Bam!"
Ghost Face Goat suddenly disappeared.
He instantly appeared behind Saint One's head.
He flicked the whip in his right hand and immediately wrapped it tightly around Saint One.
'Sigh!'
'The realm of these blood feasts isn't low, but their combat power is too weak.
'Looks like we Evil Demons have a higher bloodline!'
Then, Ghost Face Goat flicked his wrist again.
According to his plan, Saint One should immediately be ground into a pile of minced meat.
The blood in his body would be condensed into a ball by his Devil Qi, then sent to his mouth and swallowed.
But that wasn't the case.
Saint One's body didn't shatter, but his whip did.
"Bam!"
Ghost Face Goat was stunned!
Tuman was stunned!
The other elders of the Totem Clan who knew Ghost Face Goat's strength were also stunned.
'What's going on?'
Ghost Face Goat's weapon was comparable to a Holy Weapon.
Lightning couldn't move it, fire and water couldn't!
But now, it broke without any warning …
Saint One slowly turned around.
"What kind of trash is this? Can't you summon a stronger beast?
Come here and let me see what you are! "
As he spoke, he grabbed Ghost Face Goat's neck.
Then he easily carried it over.
'This …'
The Totem Clan people were stunned again.
'Is he stupid? Doesn't he know how to resist?'
'Did he think that with his weapon broken, he would forget his other methods?'
Tuman was also confused.
'This shouldn't be!'
None of the late-stage Star Condensation cultivators were a match for Ghost Face Goat.
His advantages were innate. Weapon was one thing, bloodthirsty technique another.
With these three aspects added together, he was invincible in the same realm.
Tuman was confused …
However, the Ghost-faced Goat was not confused at all.
How could he not dodge First Saint's claw?
His mind and body moved at the same time.
But it was useless.
The other party's grab seemed to be slow, but in fact, it exceeded one's vision and imagination.
He didn't even have time to react.
He was caught in an instant.
There were only a few people who could clearly see Saint's attack.
However, those people were either elders or patriarchs who were at the intermediate stage of the Sage Realm or above.
Elder Le Toux of the Totem Clan frowned.
This person was so fast!
Since when did King Bimeng have such a powerful guard?
The Behemoth King and the others looked indifferent. It was natural for Lord Sheng Long to capture that monster.
How would he deal with this monster?
Just as he thought of this.
Then, a pfft sound was heard.
This time, all the beastmen and the Totem Clan were dumbfounded.
The Ghost-faced Goat tilted its head, stuck out its tongue, and stared at him with its dead eyes.
His face was full of unwillingness to die.
He had only been in this world for less than three minutes before he died. He still had many, many beautiful wishes that had yet to be fulfilled.
For example, drinking the First Saint's blood …
For example …
For example …
But he would never be able to fulfill them. Not in this lifetime.