C3283 The Devil Moon Has Come

"Roar!"

A furious roar resounded in his ears. A bloody mouth with sharp fangs suddenly appeared in front of him. The tiger palm with the sharp claws was like a cannonball as it ruthlessly slashed at his chest, wanting to rip his stomach open.

The pupils of the Ninehorn Demon Ancestor shrunk to the size of a needle tip at this moment. He stomped his feet abruptly