The life flame of Daoist Qingyang had only just revived in the stone tower, and even at his full strength, it wasn't his complete power. After killing three Immortal Realm ten-winged experts, his power was nearly exhausted.
Xiang Beifei said in a deep voice: "Master Uncle, how much longer can you hold on?"
"It's hard to say, perhaps the time it takes to drink a cup of tea." Daoist Qingyang said seriously.
In Hanxia, the time for a cup of tea is about fifteen minutes.
Time is pressing!
"Understood."
Xiang Beifei swiftly contemplated the situation at hand.
After Xiang Beifei had slain his kin, the Eternal Night Demon King had no more reservations and his full strength was terrifying enough to turn the entire vicinity of the Moon God Palace into a wasteland!
But now he didn't care how his territory would be destroyed, he only wanted Xiang Beifei dead!
Those twelve spears were indeed formidable, able to restrain various powerful abilities, even Xiang Beifei had to admit it.
