Chapter 112: The God of Disaster Kneels in Worship
Boom!
Li Yuanba violently threw out a Golden Peng divine hammer that spun rapidly in the air, smashing through hundreds of demon beasts in succession before flying back into his hands. Among them were no shortage of third-tier demon beasts.
Qin Jun watched this scene with a pang of heartache—those demon beasts were experience points!
However, he wasn’t reckless enough to rush down and ask Li Yuanba to leave any survivors; after all, there were too many demon beasts, and there was no guarantee he wouldn’t be torn to shreds.
"Roar—"
That supremely domineering roar resounded once again. At the end of the beast tide, a burly figure flew in, wrapped in blood-red demon energy, stepping on dark clouds and accompanied by a demonic wind, his presence soaring to the heavens.
As he drew closer, Qin Jun finally made out his true appearance: a tiger-headed human body, clad in black iron armor, with robust muscles and wielding a large saber in his hand. His tiger eyes were filled with rage, chilling to the onlookers.
"You human brat, how dare you slaughter my Demon Clan! Today, I shall shred you to pieces!" roared the Demon King of Tiger, like the thunder god in fury, shaking the eight directions.
The soldiers on the city wall were so frightened that their hearts jumped and the citizens in the city fell into panic. The roaring of the ten thousand beasts outside the city scared the citizens and cultivators, all running towards the opposite city gate. Had it not been for the soldiers blocking them, they probably would have fled.
If all the people fled, this city would become an empty city, with no need to defend it any longer.
Naturally, the officials and Clans within the city did not want to see this happen. Without slaves, they would be essentially powerless.