Immortal Island Master, Mayan Temple Priest, Six-winged Angel!
Three gods of intermediate divine power stood there, imposing an overwhelming pressure akin to Mount Taishan bearing down on everyone.
Behind them were thousands of Sect Disciples, among whom were not a few gods.
Their presence directly suppressed the terrifying momentum of Bai Yan's 200,000 demigod-level troops.
All the guests were shocked.
"Today is supposed to be Brother Yan's big happy day; what do you think you are doing!"
Fu Chao and other top brass were furious, drawing their weapons and leading the Demon Warriors to encircle these intruders.
"A bunch of ants dares to shout and scream, what a joke!
"Scram!"
The Immortal Island Master suddenly let out a fierce shout, and a terrifying energy dissipated from him in all directions.
Where the energy passed, the Demon Warriors fell like wheat being harvested.
