The drizzle suddenly turned into a storm of death.
The old Taoist priest and the Prince of South Chu shouted in unison.
The two sides who had sworn to kill each other in a life-and-death battle just a moment ago joined hands to block the terrifying storm in front of them.
Although they had blocked the rain of death that descended from the sky, the surrounding people from the Green Bull Temple and the South Chu Dynasty had already fallen.
Uncle Cheng looked at the old Taoist priest and South Chu Yuyang Prince in front of him and shook his head helplessly."Why bother?"
The two people opposite him had ugly expressions.
The Taiji Diagram controlled by the old Taoist priest expanded in midair, blocking the rain from falling.
As for the Southern Chu Yuyang King's Light Brilliance, it was all condensed on the huge golden dragon's body. The dragon's roar was endless, and it swept up the raging golden light and flames as it rushed towards Cheng Shuzhi.
