"The palace doors... have opened!"
The Thunder Dragon spoke softly, "You still can't stop us..."
Lin Yan turned his head, watching as the two doors were flung open by the other gods and demons.
An even thicker, denser Evil Qi surged in, enveloping these gods and demons.
"At this moment, what means do you have left?"
"..."
Lin Yan's hand still gripped the Night Illuminating Divine Sword, slowly raising it.
The blue-faced, fang-toothed gods and demons did not stop his actions, merely showing a mocking expression in their eyes.
"Does the Divine Power brought by the Fighting Word True Mantra sustain a breath even in the face of death, keeping the fighting spirit alive?"
The Thunder Dragon said coldly, "What can struggling in vain do?"
Divine Skills! Demon Suppression!
Boom!
The blue-faced, fang-toothed demon only felt the Saint Master in his hand become intensely fierce in an instant.
It couldn't stop the pain, releasing its scalelined hand.
