Wrath of Desolate Martial

"Desolate Martial!"

The Tao Tie nodded slightly at Su Zimo with a smile. "You came at the right time. That beast in the valley is the leader of this rebellion!"

"If you can kill him, I'll remember your contribution!"

Su Zimo arrived beside Tao Tie and looked in the direction of the God Slaying Valley expressionlessly.

"Why?"

The Tianhuang Mainland glanced askance. "If you don't make a move, you won't have a chance to render your meritorious accomplishments after the two God race armies descend upon Tianhuang Mainland and kill that beast."

"He won't die,"

Su Zimo suddenly said.

"Mmm?"

The Tao Tie frowned slightly.

Su Zimo pointed in the direction of God Slaying Valley and said, "Do you know who he is?"

"Desolate Martial, what are you trying to say?"

The Tao Tie narrowed his eyes slightly with a cold glint.

Su Zimo said, "He's not a beast. His name is Night Spirit and he's my brother,"