Although the snow python clan is rare, it is impossible not to understand the demon clan that has existed since the beginning of the world in ancient times, and the black-robed demon clan in front of him not only understands, but also fights with the snow python.

Although the snow python is a snake, it is different from the coldness of other snake clans, and their mana is of light attribute.

On top of that, snow pythons are not good at close quarters.

But it was precisely because of his understanding of the snow python that he suddenly became a passive party. He dealt with Bai Mo in the way he remembered, but he didn't expect Bai Mo to play cards according to the routine at all.

Because the black robe was pressed by his cultivation, he fell into a disadvantage for a while.

The more Bai Mo's various moves are used, the more proficient he becomes, and his combat ability rises sharply.

The surging momentum around Bai Mo's body made the black-robed demon clan have a bad premonition, and while trying his best to avoid Bai Mo's attack, he sent an invitation to the onlookers: "Everyone, please help in the next step!" ”

But he didn't expect that before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Bai Mo's sudden slap.

As soon as this palm fell, the boulders on the mountain rolled, the wind blew violently, and the trees were uprooted, and those who watched were blown to the side, and there were only three people in the audience who could maintain their figures—the white ink and black-robed man in the middle of the storm, and the man in white who stayed out of the situation.

This is by no means the power of a demigod!

The people who were about to move were woken up by Bai Mo's palm, and they clearly realized that they couldn't beat her, even if everyone went up together.

"Look, no one wants to help you, a demon who is full of lies." Bai Mo's luck sent the voice to everyone's ears.

Demons?!

Bai Mo's words caused a commotion in the crowd.

They looked at the black-robed man who was powerless under Bai Mo's onslaught, and their hearts were full of suspicion.

These old foxes who have lived for hundreds of years will not fully believe his words because of his sincere tone, and naturally they will not determine whose identity is because of Bai Mo's words.

This stunning girl with snow-white hair is not sure if it is a snow python transformation, and this man in black robe is indeed not a demon.

But what is certain is that this is not something they can meddle in.

If the gods fight, let them fight, if they lose both, maybe they can take a big advantage.

Not only were these onlookers shocked, but even the black robe herself didn't expect it, how could she know that she was a demon?

The black-robed man's eyes changed subtly when he looked at Bai Mo.

Could it be because the snow python clan's own mana belongs to the light attribute and can sense the demonic energy on his body?

Bai Mo met his sharp gaze and bent the corners of his mouth defiantly towards him.

Under the moonlight, the beautiful girl was not beautiful, her blood-colored dress was blown, her three thousand white hair flew in the wind, and even the unbeatable little expression on her face looked extremely cute.

But at this moment, no one will be immersed in Bai Mo's beauty.

Except for the man in white who was actually sitting in the bystander's chair.

He admired Bai Mo's every move with great interest, and he knew that this girl's body was a girl who had just survived the thunderstorm. The snow python, who had just become an adult, also knew the identity of the black-robed male demon clan, and he was very sensitive to this kind of aura that came from the same origin but was completely repulsive.

But he and the black-robed man had a slightly different idea.

Because he knows a little more than he do—this girl has grown up from this place, and this is the battlefield of gods and demons, and the place where the gods fell.