Without any hesitation, Zhang Zhilin stepped down from the air and shouted!
"Golden Light Mantra!"
In an instant!
A huge golden barrier condensed and enveloped Zhang Zhilin!
Rumble!
The huge golden staff that flickered with nine-colored holy light smashed fiercely onto the golden light barrier!
A large amount of light and energy erupted like a mountain flood, rushing up into the sky and down into the sea!
Two huge vortexes appeared in the sky and the sea, making one's heart palpitate!
After blocking this attack!
Zhang Zhilin's body trembled!
Waves of golden light and energy surged out like an avalanche!
"Urghh…"
The Holy Light Pope let out a muffled groan and was sent flying!
Zhang Zhilin's eyes were cold as he said in a loud voice, "Holy Light Pope, your strength is indeed not bad!
However, if you want to kill me, I'm afraid you can't do it alone!"
