Chapter: 6970

With the falling branches and leaves, Zhang Han's figure slowly dissipated.

And the falling leaves represent the fall of a generation of strong men.

this moment.

There was a dead silence.

The demon race, human race, and alien beasts all fell into awe.

But in this peaceful place.

Zhang Han said again:

"It's noisy."

What sound can he hear?

"Hehehe."

His eyes turned to the nearest thousands of demons.

Buzz buzz!

He here made a small sound, and in the next second, many demons in the demon team began to turn into black mist.

When black mist rose in one place, suddenly hundreds of meters away, black mist rose in another place.

In this way, gradually, in the demon army, more and more places were simultaneously rippling with a faint black mist representing the fall of the demons.

And there are more and more figures of Zhang Han.

Until the entire demon army is wiped out.

The figure has reached more than thirty.

"The entire demon army was killed by him alone?"

"My God, is this true?"

Many human races have been confused.

They thought they were safe.

Even many strange beasts thought it was safe.

But they never thought of it.

When there was only one demonic figure left, thousands of meters away, he turned around slowly and looked this way:

"Quarrel."

"Quarrel."

"Quarrel."

"You guys are too noisy."

"Hehehehe..."