After slapping a grey snake demon into a bloody mist, the bull demon sneered and lunged again, his hands turning into afterimages.
Boom, boom, boom!
The other three grey snake demons had no power to resist, and they were easily killed by Han Yi.
Underneath Blue Snake Peak, the ground was full of blood. Many great demons who heard the commotion were shocked and dared not to move.
"Niu Dali, have you gone mad?"
"No, how come you've got so strong? Did you eat some spiritual fruit?"
"Niu Dali, you're finished! The Evil King will not let you go!"
Han Yi, disguised as Niu Dali, didn't say anything. He looked up at the figure rushing down from the top of Blue Snake Peak with a sneer on his face, while the two black horns on his head started to flicker with light.
Boom!
His demonic aura soared suddenly, breaking through some kind of limit. The two horns on his head seemed to shrink as if regressing, finally retracting into his body and disappearing.