When Qiu Qianqiu invoked the sacred incantation, the four people present were all filled with astonishment and surprise.
It was because the divine name "Great Emperor of the Highest Heaven Miluo" was one they had never heard before.
"Ridiculous!"
The corners of Guo Jing's lips curled up, revealing an expression of mockery and disdain.
He guessed that Qiu Qianqiu was seeking help from some malevolent deity, an evil god. Could it be that the Fumo Zongguan of the Liudao Division, the Venerable of Zhuque Hall, in the face of impending death, was actually resorting to soliciting aid from an evil spirit?
Indeed, it was utterly absurd.
The lord of Ziwei Palace, Wenshifei, regarded the situation with icy eyes as his splendid sword light continued to cleave through the thick layers of Qiu Qianqiu's protective energy, cutting through his Henglian Golden Body, which had reached the stage of "Vajra Invulnerability," as easily as slicing through bamboo.
