SWISH!
The figure flickered and vanished, disappearing with just a brief sway.
Does the Divine Thought truly exist? Daoist Duan De's face turned pale. Nine beams of light shot out from the Sky Gathering Parasol on the spirit mouse in the small iron cage in his sleeve, shining with a dazzlingly bright light. The ancient gods were full of radiant glory, but the Divine Thought they manifest after death embodies their evil side—it is an invincible demon!
At this moment, others were not paying attention, nor did they see anything, because the three half-step Sovereigns from the Xiao Family had charged down upon them, preventing any distraction.
"Ye brat, I will pull out your tendons, strip your bones, and turn you into a human lantern!" Xiao Zhi's voice was chilling. He extended a large hand, summoning the Purple Copper Eight Diagram Furnace, which soared thousands of feet high before slamming down.
