The Silver-masked Demonic Cultivator pointed angrily at the firmament.
The phantom of the Demonic God let out a roar, its six arms simultaneously wielding huge demonic weapons, striking fiercely at the net of light that sealed the heavens and earth!
However.
Luo Qingchen watched this world-destroying strike, yet a look of pity appeared on his face.
"Competing with me in strength in the Nine Dragons Slaying God Formation?"
"You truly don't know how to write the word 'death', do you?"
He slowly raised his hand.
Then, gently pressed down.
"Kill."
A cold word was uttered from his lips.
Roar!
Nine Star Dragon Souls moved at this moment!
They made no flowery maneuvers.
They simply opened their enormous jaws capable of swallowing mountains.
Then simultaneously spewed a dazzling beam formed from the purest essence of Star Force!
The nine beams instantly converged in mid-air.
