Yong wuhen's heart was filled with fear.
This elite race Lord was the protector of the ten Pavilion. He had a high status and his strength had reached the high extreme of the Dao realm.
He had never thought that he would be killed in one move.
"Swish!"
Yong wuhen's first thought was to run.
He fled with all his might.
Yong wuheng had a chance to escape from the demon ancestor, but he had no chance against su mo.
With a raise of his hand, he turned into ashes.
Su mo gently waved his hand, and a powerful spacetime force instantly killed Yong wuhen.
Su mo was deep in thought. He had only killed the doppelganger of the elite Expert, and his real body was not dead.
In that case, the elite race would know about him and the heavenly fate sect.
Next, it was time to compete with the elves.
The elite race was nothing.
However, there was still the ancient blood clan above them, which had two heaven creation realm existences.