From an ancient Demonic Dynasty?
Qin Jun's sword eyebrows furrowed tightly together. Could it be that the soul of antiquity spoke of the Saint Court as the name of that Demonic Dynasty?
As Qin Jun was lost in wild thoughts, the soul of antiquity flickered and changed, quickly transforming from a face into a human figure, but its true face was still unclear, like a shadow. However, its aura became more substantial. Although it no longer had the overwhelming presence as before, any cultivator who placed their Divine Consciousness upon it would feel a chill to their bone.
Qin Jun quietly asked Red Boy beside him, "Do you have any confidence in defeating it?"
Red Boy tilted his head, pondering before saying, "I'm not sure. I feel that my Samadhi Real Fire might not work on it."
Upon hearing this, Qin Jun felt a pang of anxiety. If even Red Boy couldn't subdue the soul of antiquity, then what was he to do?
Damn it!
