Devil Nine Cuts

The killing formation was filled with an imposing, austere manner. The entire universe was frozen.

Jian Wushuang took a deep breath, then…

"Die!"

There was a bellow and Jian Wushuang kept his look of five heads and ten arms. Every single one of his arms was holding on to a long sword. He took a huge stride forward with terrifying power. Suddenly, he appeared in front of the Devil Nine Cuts.

"Roar!"

Devil Nine Cuts let out an earth-shattering roar.

Merely the impact of the soundwave in his roar was enough to exterminate an expert on Real God ranking list.

Suddenly, Devil Nine Cuts wriggled its body and there were muscular arms that extended. Just like Jian Wusahung, he had ten arms as well.

The ten arms held a variety of divine weapons substantiated with divine power. Under the coverage of soaring rage, Devil Nine Cuts charged forward ferociously.