Gloomy and cold chants were distinctly heard even from the Tombal Mountain Pass as the eight demon god pillars gathered altogether. That devil portrait seemed to become even more concentrated, as if awaking as a real Fiend Demon, ready to throw himself at the fortress.
A forbidden spell! The eight great demon gods were joining hands to prepare this forbidden spell. As that skull was flying forward, the previous black clouds turned into its tail, and fused with it in the process of their rapid flight.
“Forbidden spell!” Lin Xin exclaimed. With great emotions, he immediately issued the order, “Gather your attacks! We cannot let that thing approach!”
