"Screeeech~~~"
The melodious cry of a phoenix echoed.
The Fire Evil Monk stared intently at the plummeting Phoenix Illusion, feeling a bit at a loss.
The new leader of the Great Xia Demon God... is too domineering!
The Fire Evil Monk contemplated many conditions, but kept them to himself, not daring to voice them. He hadn't explicitly expressed his allegiance, yet the Emperor-robed Youth imposed his command without allowing any rebuttal.
Phoenix Soul Brand?
What kind of Magic Artifact is this?
Should I dodge? Can I... dodge?
The Fire Evil Monk hesitated a bit, but then noticed the Master of Ran Sect standing in mid-air at an angle above, gazing down at him.
A pair of unique jet-black horizontal pupils, so chilling.
"Ah! Ahhhh..." The Fire Evil Monk suddenly clutched his head with both hands, crying out in pain.
The dignified First-class Evil God ultimately did not dare to dodge.
As the illusory little phoenix burrowed into the Divine Soul, a wave of intense pain followed.
