As if it was being worn down, the power of the Mystic Yang continued to be destroyed and reappeared.
After seven times, the light finally dissipated.
"Is this the power of the Immortal realm?!"
Lin Zifeng's tone was solemn. The layer of Mystic Yang power enveloping his body served as a shield, condensed by millions of Mystic Yang soldiers. However, under the assault of the Nether race being before him, it had been shattered seven times. One could gauge the immense power of this attack.
"Kill!"
However, Lin Zifeng was not afraid at all. He held his spear and charged forward again.
The shield formed by the Mystic Yang power made him fearless.
Song Yubai and Chen Xin were the same. They held their weapons and tried to annihilate the Nether race being in front of them.
"There's still a gap."
Huang Shang's eyes flickered. The spiritual energy in his body was hidden, but he was prepared to attack at any time.
