"Buzz buzz buzz——"
Nine Spirits True Monarch's Nascent Soul Spirit Body intertwined with blood light, face twisted, struggling madly as if drowning.
But Lu Changsheng's hand was firmly gripping his Nascent Soul Spirit Body.
Not only was there a mysterious Yin-Yang Magic Power, suppressing and imprisoning.
There was also a tyrannical power of Buddha, demon, and magic, eroding and destroying his Nascent Soul Spirit Body, forcibly suppressing his self-detonation.
Nine Spirits True Monarch was shocked, astonished, having never seen such a domineering method.
Immediately, a sense of bitterness and powerlessness.
He couldn't escape, not even capable of self-detonating to severely wound the opponent.
"Roar——"
The severely injured Golden Lion King roared in anger, its mane standing erect, akin to burning golden flames.
