Daoist Gu Xing let out a furious roar and waved his fist at the void, as if he could collapse the mountains.
However, the gentle breeze was invisible. Even if he was hit by the fist, he didn't suffer any damage.
There seemed to be a burst of laughter that came from the wind, carrying a touch of contempt and ridicule.
Lava began to flow out of the wounds on the demonic God's body, as if it was a flaming waterfall that fell from the sky.
It gave people the feeling that this Demon God who had just broken through the seal was made of magma.
how dare a wind Messenger ambush us? this is indeed the style of the extreme spiritual realm!
Daoist Gu Xing looked around and said in a cold voice.
don't be stubborn if you're not as good as me. If I were you, I'd go back to my cell obediently so that I don't have to suffer anymore!
