Roar!
Inside the dilapidated hall, the two thousand strong Spirit-slaughtering Troop roared, only to see a bloody torrent of fighting intent sweeping out from their crown. The torrent then formed a massively thick cluster of blood clouds above them.
That horrendous fighting intent was far beyond any army that Mu Chen had ever commanded. Even a Lower Earthly Sovereign would not dare underestimate it.
The fighting intent surged, as the surrounding space collapsed continuously. Dark spatial cracks spread out, revealing how domineering and tough the fighting intent was.
As he stood before the stone gate, Elder Zuo of the Saint Demon Palace looked at the scene before him in shock. His high and mighty demeanor had vanished entirely.
