What this group of True Spirits is thinking, Zhang Xiaohao doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know. He only knows that this group of True Spirit ancestors must die.
Roar!
Zhang Xiaohao let out a low growl, and the terrifying aura of the Beast King erupted from his body, sweeping outwards, causing the thousand or so Great Mahayana Extreme Realm beasts nearby to become even more ferocious, charging towards these True Spirit ancestors.
In an instant, more than twenty Great Mahayana Extreme Realm beasts joined the battle, making the True Spirit ancestors appear even more vulnerable, like small boats rocking violently in a vast sea, always on the verge of potential destruction.
"Too slow!" Seeing this scene, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Xiaohao's eyes, and he thought coldly to himself.
Swoosh!
With a flick of his body, he utilized the eight threads of Supreme Law Silk from his mind, merging them into the space once more.
