With those words, Sikong Jing's demon claw suddenly enlarged and fiercely sucked in.
A gray figure immediately appeared in the sky full of blood rain; it was none other than the previously arrogant gray-clad middle-aged Ba Zhun. Seeing the Six Clawed Mixed Beast torn apart instantly, Ba Zhun, of course, thought of nothing but escape.
But he couldn't escape; he was caught by the giant demon claw.
Even at the Holy Martial Peak, Ba Zhun was no match for Sikong Jing.
It's a joke. No matter how terrifying Ba Zhun was in Canghai Wujiang, how could he be a match for the Demonized Master of Ten Thousand Beasts?
In the same realm, he was simply an existence to be instantly killed by the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts.
At this moment, Ba Zhun was far from his previous arrogance, he was just desperately struggling, "Let me go, let me go."
Sikong Jing's eyes were cold to the extreme, demon intent bursting out, "You know too much... Die!"
Bang...
