Without absolute speed, the death God's cage could not capture all the primordial spirits in the surroundings. Without immortal essence, he could not hurt them. Without the power of pure yang, even the " evil ghost Yin fiend formation " could not withstand it.
The situation was not in Chen Xiaobei's favor.
All of a sudden, the enemies laughed excitedly and looked at Zuo Lenghu with great admiration.
Xu Anan, on the other hand, closed her eyes in despair. She did not want to see Chen Xiaobei die.
Even so, Chen Xiaobei remained calm and composed. He even felt like laughing.
"If you hadn't devoured the yin Qi ghost soldiers, I might've had a headache dealing with you! But now, your primordial spirits have all turned into Yin fiend-type! Isn't this like a drowsy person meeting a pillow?"
Chen Xiaobei raised his eyebrows and snapped his fingers.
&Quot; Haotian divine light! &Quot;
Chen Xiaobei's fingertips suddenly shot out a dazzling nine-colored divine light!
