"Finally using your real tricks, huh?"
Long Yan stepped back a hundred meters, gazing at the Demon Lord and murmuring softly to himself.
The Demon Lord was gravely injured, and his ability was affected, yet he was still able to tear apart the Spatial-Temporal Killing Prison, clearly utilizing his true power. Judging from his breath, it seemed the Demon Lord had also paid a price for unleashing such power.
"Nine Suns Inheritor, I shall suppress you!"
The Demon Lord spoke in a cold voice, sounding as if it came from Under Nine Nether, chilling to the bone.
"I'm afraid you're not enough, let me show you my real methods!"
Having said that, Long Yan formed seals with his ten fingers. The Vast Nine Suns Rules surged out from within his body. A great seal slowly took form, and an immense and unfathomable breath spread out, its terrifying depth permeating with the will of void.
God Destroying Three Styles, Ghost God Seal!
