"Yun Qiong!!"
Tang Ming's eyes were split wide open with incredulity, unable to believe that Yun Qiong had actually died.
How could such an outstanding person not receive the grace of the heavens?
Why did the heavens always stand on the side of the demons?
The white serpent continued to spew flames.
The power of spells caused traditional martial artists to lose their competitive edge.
They could only passively take hits or defend.
Even if it was a Great Grandmaster, those who could get close enough to injure Xu Xuan, found it difficult to get anywhere near him.
"Run!! As long as the green mountains are there, one needn't worry about firewood!"
Wang Dao felt both stifled and furious inside.
Wasn't it supposed to be like this? The righteous path united, shouldn't it be about slaying demons and eradicating evil? Why did the demons emerge victorious?
Wang Dao thought of a terrible truth.
Perhaps after the Dao Sect won, those of the righteous path were the real demons.
