Yan Mingkong wanted to kill the people of the Devil Buddha lineage. For now, it was the most suitable.
There were two battlefields, one in the east and one in the west. Everyone was doing their own things, and no one wanted to disturb the other.
Chen Luoyang looked at the words condensed from the yellow light in mid-air that gradually dissipated. He then looked at the jade pendant that had already returned to its original state and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
His opponent was a Martial Emperor who was at least at the thirteenth level and had cultivated the complete version of the Tathagata Demon Palm. Yan Zhao would most likely be in trouble if he relied on his own Hell Step.
He would be thankful if he could force the other party to step into hell.
However, the chances of that happening were very small.
Moreover, who knew how powerful the complete version of Hell Step was and whether it would kill people.
