As Xu Zimei's words fell, the Demonic Qi around surged continuously, roaring like waves, bursting forth with overwhelming force.
Ninefold Oceanic Heavens.
One layer after another.
Amidst the roar of Demonic Qi, the petals of the Twelve-Lotus of Light could clearly no longer hold up.
The Holy Ancestor snorted coldly.
The entire Twelve-Lotus of Light beneath him soared into the air, emitting supreme radiance amidst the vast Demonic Qi.
Attempting to suppress this Demonic Qi.
But Xu Zimei's Demonic Qi was obviously stronger.
This Demonic Qi wasn't merely some kind of gas; it even had consciousness.
Gnawing, infiltrating every nook and cranny, surging to break through.
At first, the Twelve-Lotus of Light could still resist, like a lighthouse by the sea.
Forever bright in the boundless night.
But as the Demonic Qi grew stronger, the Twelve-Lotus of Light began to waver.
Accompanied by the sound of "crack, crack," fissures appeared on the Twelve-Lotus of Light.
