"Alright, with this item, we might be able to hold on for a while, but it won't last long. I've already said that I won't let myself die in this battle. If the situation doesn't go well, I'll immediately return to the devil realm."
Mo Lan took the replica of the Saint Devil Hall and started studying it.
"That's only natural, don't worry." Mo Gong laughed. This time, if we can't take down a city with our five tribes joining hands, then we should just stop playing and wait for death in the demon Realm. As for the Saint Devil Hall, it doesn't require any techniques."
He casually imparted a chant and disappeared into the sky.
"It seems like there's still some time to play," Mo Lan said. He formed an incantation gesture with one hand and chanted an incantation. At the same time, he threw the Saint Devil Hall down.
