Mixihaweiya was the original devil race’s god. It was the existence that had been bestowed the Devil seal by the heir of the nine stars.

This name could be expressed with eighteen different syllables from the original devil race’s language. Every syllable represented different meanings. Sometimes it could be a hidden signal, sometimes it could be a prayer. As for this time, this disciple was shouting to be parted for eternity.

Before Zhao Wuji or anyone else could make a move, that disciple went limp, his spiritual fluctuations vanishing.

Not only that, but he had also used some secret art, causing the other disciples of the original devil race that were lying there to have their souls extinguished with him. They instantly became corpses.

Nangong Zuiyue covered her mouth, shocked. She was distressed at seeing so many people die at once.

“Bastard!” Zhao Wuji raised a hand, about...