Saint One and Saint Two didn't look worried at all.
This storm was nothing in front of their boss!
Zhang Xing ignored everyone's shock. A strange look appeared in his eyes.
He reached out and grabbed the air.
A ball of air appeared. He scanned it with his Divine Telekinesis.
"Strange, why isn't there any death aura?"
He had experienced a few self-detonations before, so he was naturally familiar with the aftermath.
However, it seemed different this time!
He raised his hand and grabbed in another direction.
"Why is there still a trace of the same aura?"
He released his hand and used his Divine Telekinesis.
Whoosh!
He could sense everything within a ten-kilometer radius.
"The dark aura is like countless flying insects. They spread out from here and gathered ten thousand meters away.
This should be a secret technique, not a self-detonation! "
Zhang Xing thought to himself.
"Haha!
What a cunning Lord of the Demon Race!
Fine, I'll let you escape for now. I'll deal with you after I'm done with the others! "
Zhang Xing floated down slowly.
"Let's continue. Which one of you wants to fight?"
Beihao Qiong and Demon Thirteen looked at each other.
No one would fight with you!
You're too terrifying. Even Mo Sihai's self-detonation didn't kill you. What could they do?
They looked from the spotless Zhang Xing to Saint One and Saint Two.
"I choose the one on the left. You choose the one on the right. There's no other choice!"
Beihao Qiong said in a low voice.
"Okay!"
Demon Thirteen agreed.
He was the second one, so he could not go back on his words. He gritted his teeth and walked out.
Mo Sihai's death was a huge blow to them.
Originally, he was confident that he would win and had an eighty percent chance of winning.
However, their confidence had dropped to 50%.
Why 50%?
Because even if they defeated Saint One and Saint Two, they were not confident that they could defeat Zhang Xing.
Therefore, their first wish of defeating Zhang Xing and occupying the south had been shattered.
The final result was obvious.
Either they would die at the hands of Zhang Xing.
Or they would be defeated and return home.
As for the Demons' territory, they did not dare to think about it.
The one on Demon Thirteen's right was Saint Two.
He cupped his fists and said, "I am Yao Shisan, the Master of the Monster Race. May I know your name?"
His attitude had unknowingly become much more polite.
He was also not as arrogant and disdainful as when he first arrived.
"My name is Saint Second. You can just call me Second Master!"
Saint Two arrogantly flew into the sky.
Pfft!
Second Master?
Demon Shisan was so angry that he almost vomited blood!
Zhang Xing's lips curled into a smile.
Saint One shook his head. He did not think that Saint Two was arrogant at all.
Instead, he felt that the title 'Second Master' was very appropriate.
I'm the boss, so I should be the master!
Zhang Xing did not know what Yao Shisan was thinking. He looked at Yao Shisan.
The Goblins should have evolved more or less the same as the Orcs.
It was just that their cultivation methods were different.
Comparatively speaking, the demons were of a higher level.
But that was not the case.
Did the dragon race belong to the demon race or the beast race?
According to Zhang Xing's understanding, they should belong to the demon race.
Pythons cultivated into spirits and evolved into flood dragons.
Only when a flood dragon crosses the Dragon Gate can it become a dragon!
What is Demon Shisan's final form?
If he knew that Saint Two was a dragon, would he have the guts to fight him?
Demon Thirteen's expression changed. You're the Second Master, but I'm the Thirteenth Master!
However, after thinking about it, the Thirteenth Master was not as big as the Second Master.
His expression turned even uglier.
I don't care if you're a master or not. If I defeat you, you're nothing!
However, before the battle, they still had to plan their battle plan.
Should they end the battle quickly or fight normally?