Seeing this scene, an innumerable number of people showed expressions of great joy.
However, as the black energy receded, apart from the apocalyptic devastation in the Demon Ancestor Dojo, nothing was like people imagined, with Lin Zhexuan standing there while the demons were slain.
On the contrary, Lin Zhexuan was covered in wounds, with the cracks on the immortal armor that covered his body and his long spear also fractured, his hair disheveled, seeming to lack his previous imposing aura.
On the other side, the figure of the black-veiled woman lay crouched in the void, slightly panting, but her aura was stronger than Lin Zhexuan's.
Su Zhenyuan and others' expressions also changed, clenching their fists, their hearts pounding in their throats.
"Die!"
