Xue Jiu was still overflowing with Demonic Qi, wearing a mask, while Wu Zhen held a longsword in his hands, his face pale, his eyes deep and mysterious.
"Please enlighten me!" The next moment, Xue Jiu bowed slightly.
Wu Zhen nodded in response.
Then.
Boom!!!
Xue Jiu suddenly looked up, without saying a word, brought his hands together, and directly performed the "Demon Worships the Vault of Heaven."
Facing Wu Zhen, he really did not dare to hold back.
He started with his strongest technique.
On the Martial Battle Platform above, swirling dark energy, dense clouds, turbulent aura, and hanging in the air, streaks of black light twisted for dozens of miles, rolling in disturbance, frantically converging upward, a black mountain of Demonic Qi spreading!
At the Martial Training Ground, voices grew weaker, numerous Martial Cultivators stared with serious gazes at that dark mountain of Demonic Qi, uncontrollably trembling with fear.
In an instant.
