Facing Yang Lu's arrogance and ruthlessness, Xian Xianghua did not submit to him.
She stood up slowly, and her demonic Qi conjured into the Celestial Devil.
She glanced around, and the dead bodies made her a little dazzled.
Back then, the war between the upright and evil sects was as miserable as the current situation.
She had no fear, and her demonic might was unstoppable. She had never thought of the miserable people who had died during that battle.
Now that she became the weaker one, she could not retaliate against the invincible Yang Lu.
She felt grief in her heart.
The human race fought so many wars internally, and now they were going to die in the hands of external enemies.
No.
There was hope.
She remembered Zhou Xuanji. Her eyes turned determined.
The demonic Qi at her back grew tremendously. She roared into the sky, but the Heavenly Guards' mocked even louder.
