How could the Demon Race Patriarchs focus on helping Yang Dingfeng with all this commotion?
If the Black Dragon was up to no good and casually slapped them with his claws, they would all be injured and vomit blood.
Looking at Black Treasure's back, the Yao clan leaders and Yang Dingfeng felt extremely strange.
This was a good opportunity to help Zhang Xing, why would he give it up?
Yang Dingfeng believed that in that instant, these dragons definitely had a chance to heavily injure them.
They could even kill a few clan leaders.
But why didn't they do it?
During the entire battle, the Yao clan leaders felt like they were playing a game.
It wasn't them who were doing it, but the dragons.
They were being played.
Hei Bao grinned and happily flew back to the group of dragons.
Boss was about to come out.
It was a bit late, but they could wait.
That pair of horns didn't seem to be of an ordinary level.
Even if they killed Yang Dingfeng and the other Yao clan leaders, they couldn't break the horns from the outside to save Boss.
Moreover, they believed in Zhang Xing's ability.
Look, the horns were starting to crack, Boss Zhang could appear at any time.
How could a show without a boss be exciting?
Crack crack crack …
"Quick!
Quick!
Quick!
Go all out! "
Seeing more and more cracks on the horns, Yang Dingfeng's eyes started to bleed.
"Boom!"
The cracks started to crack at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then they couldn't keep up with the speed.
In the end, he could only use his divine sense to detect the cracks on the horns.
It's over!
It's over!
Looking at the countless cracks, Yang Dingfeng's mood was extremely low.
He was heartbroken over the loss of the divine weapon, this was what he would rely on to dominate the Nine Heavens in the future.
How could it be destroyed in the hands of this human brat Zhang Xing!
Sadness, hatred, disappointment, regret …
All the negative emotions rose from the bottom of his heart.
But there was only a little fear.
He believed that even if Zhang Xing could break the horns, he would be exhausted.
Dying in their hands was only a matter of time.
The only difficult thing to deal with was the group of giant dragons.
If they interfered, it would be difficult to kill Zhang Xing.
But Zhang Xing had to die, no matter what, he had to kill him.
Just as he was thinking about this, a loud sound suddenly rang out.
The two horns were like glass shards that had been blown apart, whizzing through the air.
Puff …
All the Yao Clan Leaders spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time.
They looked at the center of the explosion in horror.
A golden figure stood proudly in the sky like a Godking ancestor who had created the world.
No!
This was impossible!
Even though they had already expected the final outcome, the demons still refused to believe the scene before them when they saw Zhang Xing's god-like demeanor.
How could he still have such a powerful aura?
At this moment, Zhang Xing seemed to be even more powerful than three days ago.
His majestic figure was just casually standing there, but it gave the demons an endless sense of oppression.
It gave them the urge to prostrate themselves and kowtow in worship.
Golden light flashed, and its aura was majestic.
How did this look like he had exhausted his divine power?
No matter how he looked at it, it felt like he was about to make a breakthrough.
His halberd …
All the demons suddenly realized something unusual.
Zhang Xing's halberd used to be silver-white, but now it had turned pure gold.
"Thank you, City Lord Yang, for offering Wild Beast Cliff's divine soul!"
Zhang Xing looked at Yang Dingfeng and smiled wickedly.
What did he mean?
Yang Dingfeng was dumbfounded.
"You devoured Cliff's divine soul?
No!
That's impossible, you don't have that strength! "
Yang Dingfeng shook his head like a rattle-drum.
Suddenly, Yang Dingfeng froze. He seemed to have thought of something and looked toward the golden halberd.
"Could it be …"
"That's right, you guessed right, but there's no reward."
Zhang Xing smiled faintly.