"Damn it…"
Kuang Zhentian clenched his fists, staring at Su Yie with such hatred that he wished he could devour him.
He had thought Su Yie was surely doomed, but unexpectedly, Su Yie also had a backup plan!
As he watched the retreating figures of Li Huahun and the Piercing Arm Monkey, his face turned exceedingly ugly; he couldn't stop guessing their origins.
The forces of Great Wei were invigorated, and the entire army shouted the name of the Demon Lord.
In contrast, on the side of the Western Buddha Dynasty, the soldiers were trembling.
The Hundred-Zhang Golden Buddha was defeated by the hand of the Demon Lord, and even the black serpent couldn't suppress the Demon Lord.
Who else could help them achieve victory in this war?
The disciples of the Luoshui Sect were also excitedly discussing the event, and even Mo Haosheng, who had always been jealous of Su Yie, was thoroughly convinced.
He finally understood the gap between himself and the Demon Lord.
