"Gou!" Jiang Ning yelled.

Brother Gou opened his eyes slightly with no fear or regret in his eyes. "I'm not... dead yet..."

His first attack didn't scratch the Demon King, but it was just the beginning!

Jiang Hing's body was trembling. He immediately helped Brother Gou to seal the wound to stop the bleeding. He traded his arm just to prove to the Demon King that even mortals could also fight head to head with him.

Boom!

The second attack ensued.

Jiang Ning raised his head toward the cyclone. He clenched his fists, and his teeth were about to shatter. However, he still couldn't stop them.

"I'm coming for you!"

It was Lao Wu's voice!

Lao Wu executed the second attack!

The storm remained horrifying as ever. The Demon King's expression also changed. He took a deep breath to prepare for the impact. "You don't have to tell me. Bring it on!" Bang!

It was another heavy blow. The ground cracked even wider and half of the Demon King's body sank under the ground.

A figure flew out of the cyclone the same way as before. Jiang Ning rushed out once again to catch the blood-stained Lao Wu.

Lao Wu was unconscious, and his vitals were weak. One of his arms had its muscles torn open, revealing the bones within.

Lao Wu didn't seem to hear him. He was already unconscious. Jiang Ning hurriedly stopped the bleeding and shouted, "Wake up! Wake up, Lao Wu! Hang in there!

He had never experienced anything

Brother Gou and the others long ago that they would

he never wanted to see

fall asleep!" Jiang Ning yelled. But there was still no reaction

Boom!

The third attack came!

It was Lao Liu!

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The fifth!

Bang!Boom!Pow!

Eighteen attacks!

sound of their attacks pierced through the air. The Demon King roared as he forcefully intercepted every single ferocious

enormous crater

Demon King lying

twisted to the back. One of his arms was

He was severely injured!

air, and blood spurted out of

iris were

Swish!

and slowly twisted his neck. It seemed that he wouldn't die

would have imagined you eighteen mortals

coldly, slowly turned his head back to its original position and struggled to get up from the ground. The

eighteen men were lying on the

at the brink of death. Even the slightest

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