"Nobody's efforts would be of any use."
Zhou Dao's dark robe violently trembled as darkness invaded, tearing open a gap in the ancient graveyard, and suddenly, peerless killing formations flew out, their destructive power like a deluge in a desperate land, sweeping away unrestrainedly.
At the same time, the accumulated power of the Mysterious Python Demon God also flowed out from between Zhou Dao's fingers.
Such horrifying power thoroughly shook the foundation of Bai's Fairy Gate; cracks appeared atop the main peak, and even the Flying Immortal Palace was affected.
Terrifying phenomena rose up from the Flying Immortal Palace, black clouds gathered, the world seemed to flip upside down as if the doomsday had arrived.
"Head teacher, the Dark Demon Lord is so domineering, we should make our move."
