Lin Yuan was taken aback and came to his senses, shaking his head as he looked at Lin Du, as if looking at a dead man. Even if Lin Du could defeat the Corpse Demon, he was done for.
Zhou Ming's face was ugly. He didn't care about Lin Du's death; he cared about his own life. Even if Lin Du killed the Corpse Demon and the demon, there was still an unfathomable Lin Yuan, from whom he couldn't escape the fate of death.
Su Yu panicked. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he stepped back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
The face of the Corpse Demon was solemn, and the death aura within its body formed a pillar of light that shot into the sky like a volcano, pouring into the Guardian Bell filled with brilliance and magical spirit, maximizing its power.
"Nine Dragons Unite, Burn the Devil!"
