"And with me, misfortune's fire, burn everything!"
Huo Dou shouted loudly, as one after another, the Three-tailed Fire Dogs carried ominous flames, hopping and leaping in all directions. Everywhere they passed, countless demons inexplicably fell into madness, soon engaging in mutual slaughter.
"Golden Spirit Saber, go!"
Zhao Sheng softly cried out as the curved saber in his palm suddenly shot forth and split into a hundred, the hundred sabers turning into ten thousand.
Nearly ten thousand golden curved sabers immediately formed a vast rain of golden blades, like countless electric lights, sweeping over the surrounding tens of miles in an instant, traversing back and forth countless times in the blink of an eye.
Millions of demons were slaughtered by the sword light, and soon a large clearing was laid bare.
"Soaring Snake rides the mist, cover heaven and earth!"
At this moment, the ever-cunning Soaring Snake finally utilized its ace in the hole.
