The Demon Marshal's pupils slightly contracted: "Why use the term 'lackey'? I worship the Ancient God, but I am not its slave. How is that any different from you swearing loyalty to your great chieftain? I regard you as an opponent, and yet you dare to insult me like this. Do you truly think I cannot kill you?"
The Demon Marshal's flagging aura suddenly surged, the Dark Touch whipped into a frenzy, and countless tentacles twisted and tangled, forming a vast net that directly enveloped Li Yao.
"Quick, dodge this thing—it's bizarre!"
The Blood Hoof Chieftain roared loudly, simultaneously unleashing his mighty attacks against the tentacle-formed web.
Blood Hoof and the others were wary of the Demon Marshal's power, but most of all, they feared the eerie Dark Touch. They couldn't fathom the terrifying nature of the Dark Touch once fully activated.
