Countless knife lights surrounded Han Sen. When the cause karma knife came down, it was like an entire galaxy falling.
Scary knife lights slashed outside the holy palace, but it was blocked by the holy fire. No matter how it was hit, it could not enter the light.
"It is useless," Old Vulture said with a cocky laugh. "The race lantern has returned. Even a sky full of God Spirits would not stand a chance. Aside from Little Master, who has a holy body, no one can go in. No one can hurt it."
The demon lady asked, "Han Sen, why are you so stubborn? Little Master is everyone's leader. You are his father. Why are you getting in his way?"
Han Sen was holding the cause karma knife. He kept pushing down. Knife lights and the holy palace's lights kept striking each other. The holy palace's light was shaking, which also made Han Sen's hands shake. The skin between his thumb and index finger cracked. The boiling blood was shaking out of the wound.
