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Text_Chapter Four hundred and thirty-eight(2/2)

On the side of the demonic forces, the evil king wearing a golden mask leads the way and dominates the world. On his left is an old man with a pale face and cold and ruthless eyes. On his right is a majestic old man with red hair and eyes.

The two elders are the evil king's right-hand man, Jiyin Patriarch and Blood Ancestor.

After the three of them, there are quite a few high-level warriors of the Reborn Realm. The one wearing the silver mask is a high-level warrior of the Reborn Realm from the Evil Fist Sect, and the rest are high-level warriors of the Reborn Realm from the Jiyin Sect and the Ten Thousand Blood Sect.

Each and every one of the warriors has a cultivation level at least above the sixth level of the Rebirth Realm.

On the other side, the powerful men from the Hundred Sect Alliance headed by Li Fuchen also flew towards this side.

Li Fuchen is wearing a green shirt with a long sword at his waist, and his grace is unparalleled.

Mu Hanxin was full of energy and flew to the left of Li Fuchen.

Su Yuanhe, the great elder of Changchun Valley, flew to the right of Li Fuchen with a smile on his face.

Behind them are Hua Jianqiu, Gu Yifeng, Xia Houwu and others.

"The momentum of the Hundred Sects Alliance seems to be a little different!"

The Blood Demon King couldn't help but said.

"What's the difference? I think it's almost the same. Maybe it's because Li Fuchen's existence gave them more confidence." Zhenshan Xiang said disdainfully.

Except for Li Fuchen, he didn't pay attention to the others at all.

His eyes fell on Su Yuanhe, and Zhenshan Xiang's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

In the last war, one of his descendants died, but with Su Yuanhe blocking it, he couldn't take revenge at all.

"Li Fuchen, there is still a chance to surrender now, otherwise my evil fist sect will destroy you all." On the right side of the evil king, one of the many silver masked men shouted.

"court death!"

The Heaven-Slaying Sword was instantly unsheathed, and Li Fuchen drew it out with one stroke.

Thousands of sword lights were like sunshine, instantly piercing the body of the silver masked man.
Chapter completed!
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