As the battle broke out, several dozen terrifying auras filled the sky above the Water Dragon Palace. Countless powerhouses prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to move in the face of the pressure.
Just as everyone was dazzled, an earth-shaking roar of unwillingness rang through the air.
"No!"
Everyone heard the sound.
In the void, a Demon King mutated from an old locust tree was cleaved apart by a sword qi. Large amounts of green blood dyed the entire space green.
Another Demon King died!
"Old Locust King!"
At that moment, the rest of the Demon Kings roared. Some were shocked, some were fearful, and most were in disbelief.
Among the many Demon Kings, Old Locust King was one of the powerful ones. However, he was killed by a sword.
Ye Wushuang coughed lightly. After stabilizing his body, he held his long sword and stood horizontally in the air. The dim sky made his star-like gaze extremely dazzling.