Boom!
"Ah! Zhong Lin!"
The immense sound, like ten thousand thunders exploding, couldn't drown out the terrified cries of Qin Yuchen and Qiu Ye.
With two miserable screams, a powerful unwilling will burst forth, so intense it could be felt even thousands of miles away.
Rumbling!
The bodies of the second and fourth Saint Heirs of the Nine Nether Demon Sect, forged through countless trials, suddenly swelled up, and finally exploded like massive fireworks, limbs flying, blood mist filling the air.
Amidst countless fragments shooting around, a pitch-black as ink and a blood-red as the moon Xuandan crazily fled in all directions, bearing Zhong Lin's formidable power.
"Trying to escape?"
Zhong Lin sneered, his body unmoving, flipping his palm with the full intent of his fist congealing.
Instantly transforming into a giant hand covering the sky, aiming to grasp those two Xuandan.
"Elder, save me."
"Elder Xiao Cheng, save me."
