"Is that person truly only a Perfected Fiend? Even this can't kill him?"
When the fiends saw that, their hearts skipped a beat as they exchanged shocked glances.
Yan Zui said in a deep voice, "That person is already severely injured. Even if he can survive this calamity, he'll definitely die if we seize the opportunity to attack."
Beneath the Hell Suppression Tripod.
Yan Beichen, Ming Zhen and the others could only watch helplessly.
"Master won't just die here, right?"
Heavenly Wolf was unsure as well and muttered.
With a melancholic expression, Gu Tongyou sighed gently. "Right now, I'm afraid we can only pray that there won't be any more thunder phantoms."
Under the Hell Suppression Tripod, the Thunder Emperor, Feng Cantian, assumed a lotus position and closed his eyes, as though he had fallen into a mysterious state.
In his consciousness, the surging sea of lightning shrank continuously!
