"so ... i really failed ..."
bai wushang lay on the ground, his eyes dazed.
the only divine protection spell he could think of was the last trump card.
this was the sealing power that originated from the six-winged guardian angel, aspode.
even if the other party's bloodline quality might not be as good as the four spirits of heaven.
however, the gap between them was extremely small, and they were both outstanding holy beasts.
this kind of power was much more powerful than a drop of vermillion bird blood essence. it was like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.
perhaps its essence was a seal, a suppression, and did not possess absolute attack power.
however, the absolute beginning evil spirit was an extremely evil monster.
ordinary light and fire would not be able to restrain him, but when he rose to the true and complete power of a saint, there should be a miraculous effect.
that was what bai wushang had originally thought.
