Demonic Qi surged above the green brick square, turning into a figure that was tall and mysterious.
It was as if he was wrapped in a black robe, and the corners of his robe were fluttering in the wind, with his back facing the world.
He stood alone in this world.
When this figure turned around, it was as if the world was about to collapse.
Puchi!
Sacred Lord Star Moon's mind was extinguished, and he coughed out blood. His miserable howl was filled with unwillingness.
He had never thought that such a thing would happen.
The Phantom of the Devil Master turned around. The sharp blade formed by the star sand started to crumble inch by inch, turning into fine sand that rolled down like a broken galaxy.
How terrifying was this power?
Sacred Lord Star-moon's mind was destroyed and shocked. Of course, he was more afraid because he could feel the aura of death.
