"Zhurong divine race, Shang Xian?"
Suddenly, a cold and fierce voice sounded behind him.
"Shit! Damn it, could it be the Wicked Trio?"
Shang Xian was shocked when he felt the hand on his shoulder and heard the voice in his ears. The expression on his face changed abruptly.
After guessing that it might be Wicked Trio, he immediately activated his divine power, wanting to break free.
Unfortunately, just as he made his move, an invisible force suddenly descended and imprisoned his body. Even if he was a level 9 Divine King, he was unable to move at all.
"Ha! The Wicked Trio has made its move!"
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the other divine races in the temple changed drastically.
In contrast, the people from the Lishan divine race and the Qingshan Temple who were watching in the dark were greatly invigorated.
The Wicked Trio did not disappoint them.
"This time, the nine great divine races are in trouble."
