“Presumptuous!”
The demon monk shouted angrily, his voice echoed in the air like thunder, his face full of ferocity and anger,
“Do you know what this place is? This is the territory of our bipolar village! You dare to be presumptuous here, you are simply looking for death!” ”
He held a magic knife in his hand that exuded a cold light, and the blade was engraved with strange runes, as if telling of endless killing.
The other demon cultivators also gathered around, they were all tall, muscular, and had a fierce look on their faces, wanting to show their strength in front of the leader.
some waved the mace in their hands, and the spikes on the stick flashed with cold light; Some held the magic hammer tightly, and the hammer body exuded a heavy sense of oppression.
“Boy, if you know the face, get out of here! Otherwise, don’t blame us for being rude! ”
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