"True Master Zhang, Great Monk Xiong Chan, do not be deceived by the old demon; it is very weak now." Xu Qing suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.
He finally saw a glimmer of hope.
Because at this moment, the inner Qi of the bronze mirror's small dragon is driving away the thick black Qi like ink.
Although it's still a death tribulation, there is a hint of vitality within it.
Before Xu Qing finished speaking.
The Thunder God spirit of the old Heavenly Master spread its massive wings and actually wrapped the old demon with them.
Terrifying lightning, like massive waves, covered the old demon's figure.
"Break for me!" The old demon's sinister voice rang out.
The old demon turned its Profound Yin Gang Sha into a giant hand, forcibly breaking the Thunder God spirit's dharma form, swiftly descending to the ground.
