BOOM.
The space in a radius of several thousand zhang shattered and was annihilated in an instant.
Although the Witch Race Divine Technique was extraordinary, jointly cast by Witch Palace Language and her nine hundred and ninety-nine doppelgangers, it was still shattered to pieces.
BANG.
A terrifying force rebounded and struck Lu Mingyuan's body, forcing him back several steps.
With a muffled groan, a trickle of blood escaped the corner of Lu Mingyuan's mouth.
Witch Palace Language's body swayed violently, and she too took a step back.
A rare hint of astonishment appeared on her face.
"Again."
A thousand versions of Witch Palace Language shouted in unison.
Then, the figures moved as one, unleashing endless Demonic Qi. Behind each of them, the phantasm of an evil Divine Being materialized, its body wreathed in black flames that seemed capable of incinerating the very heavens and earth.
