You fight, I don't just run away? Feng Jiutian thought happily in his heart, but he didn't dare to be careless, and watched it firmly with his concentration.

"You are not worthy to be the opponent of the deity." A sentence was uttered without reservation, which completely provoked the anger of Donghuang Mo.

"Yan Yeming." Donghuang Mo gritted his teeth and said, his eyes full of anger.

"Why don't you fight and see if I'm your opponent?"

"I don't want to say what the deity said a second time." The Eastern Emperor said indifferently, without looking at him, he turned his head and glanced at Feng Jiutian, his eyes full of banter and warning, which made Feng Jiutian's heart tremble and smile awkwardly.

Go back to where you are and sit down.

"Yan Yeming, don't be so arrogant." Yan Yeming seemed to be extremely angry, and there was a murderous aura all over his body. The aura of light on his body slowly emanated, gradually illuminating the surroundings.

The pupils, which were as black as a deep pool, were full of bloodthirsty demon red, and a silver crescent mark slowly appeared on the forehead.

The night breeze ruffled his black robe, driving his hair.

A mysterious and terrifying aura shrouded in the night, and with a wave of his hand, countless white demon spirits were taken into his palms. Behind him, a huge furry tail gradually appeared.

"Yan Yeming, today is your death date." The slender black figure floated in mid-air, and his complexion changed dramatically, and the huge fangs appeared from his mouth, making it look more and more terrifying.

A dazzling red light emanated from his body, rising into the sky, refracting like the air, and dyeing the black clouds in a rainbow of colors.

Feng Jiutian rubbed his eyes with his hands in disbelief, staring those big eyes super big, like a big hole.

Donghuang Mo, such a handsome man, is not a human? But a demon?

This world is really crazy, there are even monsters, so is Yan Ye not a human being?

And what about her? Could it be that it is also not human?

Feng Jiutian felt a little palpitations and rubbed his chest.

"With you, you can kill the deity?" Yan Yeming said confidently, and the black scale dragon on his shoulder was rolling its eyes, looking at the Eastern Emperor Desert with disdain.

A blood-colored light smashed down from the sky and poured directly into Donghuang Mo's body. His body also began to change dramatically.

As soon as the aura faded, what appeared in front of Feng Jiutian was a huge silver fierce wolf.

The fierce wolf roared in the air, then wagged its tail, opened its bloody mouth, and rushed directly towards Yan Yeming.

Yan Yeming stood in place, narrowed his good-looking phoenix eyes slightly, raised his hand, gathered a huge black ball and put it towards his mouth.

The fierce wolf stared at the red bloody eyes, roared, and swallowed the black ball directly into his mouth, and his sharp teeth were crushed fiercely.

He raised his tail majestically, spit out yellow mucus from his mouth, and spit it out in one gulp.

The white clothes crossed an elegant arc in his mouth, and the slender voice disappeared in front of Donghuang Mo's eyes.

"A lowly species." Yan Ye opened his thin crimson lips and looked at the fierce wolf lazily.

"Whew." The spirit wolf let out a long howl at the sky, gritted its teeth, and stared at Yan Ye with bloody eyes. The tail also stopped waving, and the legs were spread forward, ready to attack.

All around was quiet, except for the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and the moonlight shining with silver glow. Out of nowhere, there was a loud sound, and in an instant, countless green rays of light flashed from the darkness, and a thick murderous aura continued to emanate from the jungle.