Join Hands, Kill The Rakshasa People!!!

No matter how strong Shenlian Yinzhu was, he couldn't fight for too long.

He was reincarnated and just started to practice the spiritual power for several years in the Ethereal Small World. His strength couldn't surpass that of these men, who had practiced for thousands of years with the abundant spiritual power of the upper world.

"Pff!!" Milky white blood gushed out from his lips. His robes were messy, and his face was pale.

Even so, he still calmly did his best to kill all of them. He will not leave all of them alive.

"If I'm right, there were ten of you coming to this continent. I think that Yue'er has already killed two men. Five of you were killed here, and there are three of you left. I don't expect that you are so weak and can't even kill us or hurt Yue'er's hair." Shenlian Yinzhu began to manipulate them.