Among the 18 one star Saint Kings, almost half of them were one or two small realms higher than Chen Xiaobei. Fengyang Wu was even three small realms higher than Chen Xiaobei.
In an instant, the entire space was enveloped by eighteen different-colored flames.
Endless light shone in all directions. The entire ancient parasol tree was like a dazzling ball of light, overflowing with brilliant colors and dazzling.
At the same time, the Phoenix's saintly might enveloped them.
The billions of birds living in the ancient parasol tree were all shocked and prostrated on the ground, trembling.
Without a doubt, these eighteen Emperor-level phoenixes were an extremely terrifying fighting force and the future of the entire Saint Phoenix City.
And now, Chen Xiaobei was all alone, facing all of them!
This battle was a battle for the entire Holy Phoenix City!
"Little bastard! Accept your death!"
Fengyang Wu roared as he sent out his Saint Qi.
