C150 Coveting

The devil sword once again carved out a few wounds on Mo Xiekuang's body.

Endless madness and devil intent penetrated deep into Mo Xiekuang's body, causing him to become even more crazed!

The thought of death enveloped Mo Xiekuang.

His eyes were filled with despair.

Why did he have to provoke such a monster?

If Shawu died, then so be it. He had to take revenge for him, but in the end