Yang Jian's eyes were extremely red. He glared at Darryl and roared, "Young Man, I am not worthy of my name if I don't kill you today!"

Yang Jian was in a rage when he saw his men had suffered severe injuries!

"Your Majesty! Kill him!"

Zhang Jue shouted from behind. "If you don't take him out, he will cause more problems for you in the future."

It was scary that Darryl knew that there was magma under the ground, and he had cleverly used the advantage of the terrain to defeat the North Moana Army. Such an opponent was too terrifying. Zhang Jue claimed to be familiar with astronomy and geography, but he failed to notice the magma under the ground.

"No, don't kill my father..." Eira whispered as he trembled anxiously.

Buzz.

Yang Jian did not hesitate—a terrifying aura burst from his body. He glanced at Darryl as he held onto his Tri-point Double-edged saber tightly.

Yang Jian did not care to find out how Darryl knew that there was magma under the ground. He had only one pu