Zeng Rui listened with a gloomy face as his subordinates reported on the battle situations from various places, hearing about the casualties, he angrily said: "Where is Yang Xiaotian now? Find Yang Xiaotian's location for me!"
"I want to personally skin him alive and drain his blood!"
Isn't it supposed to be slicing flesh?
How can you even slice blood?
Although his subordinates were puzzled, they dared not question him. They respectfully acknowledged the order, then dedicated themselves to locating Yang Xiaotian's current position.
But Yang Xiaotian's location was erratic, one moment in this city, and the next suddenly appearing in another mountain range, and then already gone the next.
Zeng Rui couldn't personally skin Yang Xiaotian as he wished.
One month later.
The Yin Yang Demon Clan was defeated step by step.
After considering various factors, Zhou Hen finally decided to temporarily retreat the troops back to the Primal Demon Holy Land.
