After a moment, a white light gradually flew out from the shattered petrified demon embryo.
White light in Fu Ming's pupils was like a shattered dream, staring in the direction where Fang Yang disappeared, yet he completely lost track of it, involuntarily furrowing his brow slightly.
"This Fang Yang is likely more troublesome than expected..."
Although prioritizing the killing of the Extreme Demon Lord was without issue, though he hadn't actually expected this time to complete a double kill...
But with Fang Yang escaping, the battle came to a close, Fu Ming felt a vague sense of unease in his heart.
On the surface, he was like the Yellow Sparrow, waiting leisurely as Fang Yang was cornered like a trapped beast, only able to drag the Extreme Demon Lord down with him. He posed as the knife-wielding butcher, deciding who among the two Star Lords would live or die.
