Xia Feng didn't look at the situation behind him. The attack he launched was easily blocked by the nearby Nether Race.
A creepy chuckle rang out, and a dense Death Qi directly enveloped Xia Feng.
The Nether Race took a good look at Xia Feng, effortlessly halting him at the edge of the Death Qi.
"The clan members all said you were a bit difficult to deal with. Today, it seems they were quite exaggerating."
Xia Feng's face turned a bit unsightly, looking at the Nether Race with a hint of coldness in his eyes, while the Nether Race laughed even more wildly.
"You little thing, I'm different from those clan members. As one of the Twelve Netherworld Kings, I'm absolutely not someone you little guys can handle."
"And the one next to me is also on my level, as one of the Twelve Fallen Angels. You better think about how you're going to escape once we free up our hands."
