These strong men exuded a powerful and terrifying aura, which spread like a substantial wave. Their eyes were filled with murderous intent, cold and cruel, as if they were ready to tear Luo Jia and others into pieces and swallow them up at any time.

When the four injured people saw this, their hearts were filled with fear, and the fear completely submerged them like a tide. They looked at each other, and a look of despair flashed in their eyes. It was despair of life and helplessness for fate.

One of them sighed and said helplessly: "Let's give up! If this continues, we will all die here." After that, they supported each other, dragged their exhausted bodies, and slowly left the bloody battlefield step by step, with their backs looking extremely lonely and desolate.

Luo Jia looked at all this and understood in her heart that if she did not hand over the treasure today, she would probably die here. His eyes were filled with reluctance and anger. The unwillingness hurt his heart like thorns, and anger would surge in his body like magma.

But in the face of this absolute strength, he also felt deeply powerless, as if he was like a flying insect trapped in a spider web, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled. His hand holding the Black Sky Sword of the Demon Lord slowly released. Every time he let go, the pain in his heart increased by one point, and a look of pain that was twisted appeared on his face.

"For you!" Luo Jia squeezed out these words from the gap between her teeth, and her voice was as low as a suffocation that had been hit by a heavy hammer, carrying endless unwillingness and anger. He clenched his teeth and his cheeks were bulging high, as if there was a beast that was about to be chosen to eat.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand was his only obsession at this moment. His knuckles turned white due to excessive force. Every blue vein seemed to be about to break through his skin, highlighting his inner struggle and unwillingness.

His eyes were wide open, burning with rage. His eyes were like sharp blades, stabbing hard at the Holy Envoy and the people in the Zhengqi Hall in front of him, wishing to tear them into pieces.

However, the gap in reality is like a natural barrier. The huge gap in strength made him realize that resistance is just in vain. In this cruel world of the strong prey on the weak, the strong are respected as the only law.

Once upon a time, he was able to take away the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword from Ling Xiao because of his own strong strength; but now, as time goes by, he can only watch the sword fall into the hands of others.

Finally, he slowly let go of his hand. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, which shines with strange light, seemed to be mocking his downfall under the sunlight.

Luo Jia turned around suddenly, her steps staggered but she was determined.

He knew very well that even if the five of them gathered together at this moment, facing the Holy Envoy and the group of tiger and wolf troops of the Zhengqi Hall, they were just a mantis arm to hit the chariot and had no chance of winning. The feeling of unwillingness and powerlessness was like a surging tide, surging in his chest, but he could not find an outlet for catharsis.

Beside the Holy Envoy, Yu Zhengqi frowned into a dead knot and said with a worried face: "Sir, let that boy go so easily, he will definitely hold a grudge and take revenge on us in the future."

The Holy Envoy Zhuxue curled a disdainful sneer on the corner of his mouth, his nostrils rose slightly, and he said proudly with innate arrogance: "It's just a small ants like an ant. Do you think this Holy Envoy will take him seriously? You should have heard of my name - Zhuxue! How could a person who chases blood be afraid of revenge? If he dares to come, I will let his blood splatter on the spot, and his blood will become my advanced nutrient!"

Before he finished speaking, his right hand poked out like lightning, his five fingers bent like hooks, and a sharp roar in the air, directly holding the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword firmly in his hand. Immediately afterwards, his body was filled with energy, and the space was twisted, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

As the holy envoy left, the strong men from Zhengqi Hall used their body techniques and turned into streams of light, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

And in the Demon Tower, he resuspended and sat upright on the main seat, with a deep sneer on his face, and slowly spoke: "I have said a long time ago that this Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is a peerless treasure, how can it be easily possessed? Without enough strength, even if you get it, it will be just a hot potato, and it will sooner or later bring disaster."

His voice echoed in the empty magic building, with a little ridicule, as if mocking those who were trying to compete for treasures overestimate themselves.

The Mosha's face was as gloomy as the sky before the storm came. He bit his lips tightly, his hands unconsciously clenched, and his knuckles turned white.

He couldn't help but say, "Sect Master, our Magic Tower has been trapped in Zhaixing Tower City for a long time and cannot break through. The root cause is that we cannot compete with the Holy Hall. Now that the Holy Envoy Zhuxue has obtained the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, his strength will definitely be further improved and become even more terrifying. In this way, it will be difficult for us to get out of the predicament in the future."

His words were filled with worries and helplessness, as if he had seen the dim future of the Magic Tower. The future of the people in the Magic Tower seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of haze, and there was no trace of dawn.

In the dark but solemn hall of the Magic Tower, candlelight sways, and light and shadow dance on the wall. Resuspend and sat upright on the main seat, with a straight and slack posture, and a strong aura that makes people dare not look directly at it.

He exuded a sense of a superior majesty, and his eyes seemed to be physical, slowly falling on the demon. In an instant, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a smile that seemed to be there and there. The smile contained unknown meanings, as if telling the secrets that only he knew.

"Do you really think that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword can be controlled so easily?" His voice was low and mellow, as if an ancient bell was ringing, echoing slowly in every corner of the Demon Tower. "Do you think that boy Ling Xiao is a fool who is ignorant of the world?"

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"Uh!" Mosha suddenly stopped hearing this, and a hint of astonishment flashed across his face, and then a hint of thought quickly emerged. His brows frowned into a dead knot, his eyes full of doubt and vigilance, as if he was quickly combing through the past related to Ling Xiao in his mind.

After pondering for a long time, he gritted his teeth, his face full of reluctance, and said, "That kid is slippery, like a cunning loach. Although I don't want to admit it from the bottom of my heart, he is indeed extremely intelligent, has a high mind and a cruel method, which is definitely not comparable to ordinary people. In this world full of crises and changing clashes, if he had not been able to do so, he would have been left with no bones and was plotted to death."

As Mosha said, he unconsciously clenched his fists, and his joints turned white due to the force. It is not difficult to see how scared he was about Ling Xiao's methods.
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