Crimson Light Heavenly Monarch's terrifying speed and power left the Sons of the Saint Plane unable to block in time.
His body was hit by the destructive attack, and his defense shattered. He was thrown backward, and before he could react, tens of thousands of Hell King Blades had already descended.
At this moment, his mind was shaken. The Hell King Blades were like a storm, forcing him to use a mysterious defense to protect his God Body.
The five-colored spirit mountain in the Nether King Ring pressed down like Mount Tai.
The Five-Colored Spirited Mountain turned into three Spirit Stone mountains that were hundreds of meters tall after it was unleashed. Just the mountains alone weighed billions of pounds. With Li Lingtian's cultivation base and the power of the Spirited Mountain, even a True God would be crushed into dust with one strike.
"Puchi!"
Finally, the Son of Saint spat out a mouthful of blood.
