"Benefactor, have you already repressed the Demon God?" Master Yiwen, in the iron cage, saw Song Jian and a surprised smile emerged on his face as he quickly asked.
"Haha, the Demon God will never appear again…" Song Jian laughed, leaping up and cutting open the iron cages hanging above in the great hall, releasing the monks inside.
"It seems, benefactor, you have successfully repressed it!" Master Yiwen gave Song Jian a bow and said.
Song Jian shook his head slightly and took out the Demon God's Tusk from his inventory, handing it to Master Yiwen.
"This is..." Master Yiwen's complexion dramatically changed, feeling the horrific aura emanating from the tusk over half a foot long and couldn't help but step back twice.
"Master, I have already eliminated that Demon God, and Zhenmo Temple will no longer experience the same situation as now!" Song Jian said.
