Moluo spoke two sentences simultaneously, eerily strange.
"Playing tricks, Moluo, do you think this can bridge the gap between us?" The Tian Lan Demon God snorted coldly, thinking he was somewhat naive.
No matter the divine powers, they cannot surpass true strength.
No one is exempt.
"If you don't try, how will you know?" Moluo smiled faintly. The next moment, an overwhelming force of the rules erupted once again, far surpassing before.
Tian Lan snorted coldly, a tiger's head roared behind him, attacking once more.
Chen Yuan immediately retreated thousands of feet.
He glanced around, seeing Chu Changfeng and Zhu Huai on the brink of death, Chu Changfeng already injured, Xu Yan Monk also seriously wounded.
Zhao Danqing could still barely hold on.
The sword array of Jiang He and others had also reached its limit.
Only the Tianxu Daoist was still at ease.
