"You're courting death!" The bronze grimace mask man did a martial-art squat, holding the knife with both hands. He then lifted the knife over his head and cut it down. A huge flame saber shadow flew out of the knife, rushing toward that huge demonic ox foot.

But the power of that knife was rather common.

Compared to the mountain-like demonic ox foot, the flame saber shadow was like a minute toothpick.

"Haha, how arrogant you are..." The Wild Ox ...