The blood-stained fingers of the Holy Lord of the Great Town seemed to be cramping, holding tightly the hem of the broken white robe. The knuckles were white and almost transparent due to excessive force. The blue veins suddenly rose under the skin, like twisted earthworms.

In his throat, a low roar like a wounded beast was let out, and the voice was filled with reluctance and anger.

His turbid eyes were covered with blood at this moment, just like two balls of ghost fire swaying in the strong wind, revealing despair and madness.

The Holy City of Dazhen Dynasty, a place he once knew very well and was above, has now become vanished in his heart.

He understood that the Holy City could no longer provide him with shelter, nor could it turn around the current defeat.

There was only one thought left in his mind: to ask for help.

He staggered, and his feet took two steps back with a floating foot. The soles of his boots were crushed heavily over the gravel on the ground. The gravel rubbed against each other and made a sharp and harsh sound, as if another wailing sound from this tragic battlefield.

In the distance, the wailing sounds of the remaining disciples of the Holy Clan continued to come, and the sound was heart-wrenching, as if sharp blades were cut into his heart.

In the air, the burnt smell of burning became stronger and more intense, spreading wildly, mixed with blood, covering the entire battlefield with a disgusting atmosphere.

In this chaos and despair, the outline of the neighboring Tianyuan Dynasty gradually became clear in his chaotic mind.

The towering imperial city that towered into the clouds and stood at the clouds, now in his eyes, became his last life-saving straw.

He knew in his heart that the neighboring Tianyuan Dynasty was much stronger than the Dazhen Dynasty, and his emperor was directly appointed by the Holy Temple. The strength of Tianyuan Temple was far from comparable to that of the Dazhen Temple. It was a force that he was extremely eager to rely on at this moment.

He subconsciously licked his dry and blood-seeking lips. The wound on the lips cracked again due to this action, and blood slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth.

A sinister arc slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth, which was full of resentment.

At this time, the remaining spiritual power around him seemed to be stimulated by this resentment and fluctuated violently uncontrollably. This spiritual power stirred the surrounding air into distortion, as if the space was vulnerable to his anger.

"Ling Xiao! Liu Wu! You wait. The day when I return is the day when you are destroyed!" He used all his strength to let out this roar.

The roar made his chest rush blood, as if a ball of flame was burning in his chest. Then, a large mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably along the corner of his mouth, drew an arc in the air, and smashed heavily on the ground, splashing out shocking blood.

However, fate did not seem to be planning to give him any chance to breathe.

Just as he finished speaking, the void ahead suddenly appeared layer by layer, and the ripples continued to spread, as if a huge rock was thrown into the calm lake, breaking the original silence.

Ling Xiao held the bloodthirsty knife in his hand, and his figure slowly stepped out of the twisted space. His appearance seemed to bring a stronger breath of death.

Fresh blood was constantly dripping from the blade of the bloodthirsty knife. The blood fell on the ground and instantly corroded a series of sizzling holes. Blue smoke rose, as if telling the bloody killing that the knife had just experienced.

"You can't leave!" Ling Xiao spoke, his voice as cold as ice, without any emotion, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. At this moment, he was like a life-seeking messenger from Jiuyou Hell, who specifically harvested the life of the Holy Lord of the Great Town.

Almost at the same moment, a creepy and heart-palpitation roar came from the void.

The roar was like a thunder thunder blew up the ground, shaking the surrounding space slightly.

A terrifying pressure also came with a bang, like an invisible mountain pressing against everyone present.

The phantom of the Demon Spirit King slowly emerged from Ling Xiao's body. The phantom was surrounded by dark and ink-like demonic energy. The demonic energy was as rich as the essence. In the demonic energy, countless unjust souls were vaguely wailing in pain, making terrifying sounds.

Before the white-robed palm sacrifice could react, and there was not even time to think, his pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and his face instantly filled with horror. The fear penetrated his bones, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

The Demon Spirit King poked out a giant claw condensed by demonic energy. The giant claw was like a hill, emitting an endless aura of destruction.

With just a slight wave, the space was instantly torn apart, making a tingling "sizzling" sound.

The body-protecting light of the white-robed palm sacrifice was as fragile as a bubble in the face of this terrifying force.

Immediately afterwards, the white-robed palm sacrificial whole person was crushed into blood mist by this extremely powerful force, leaving only a shrill scream in the air, and then dissipated into the air, as if it had never existed.

When the Holy Lord of the Great Town saw this scene, his face instantly turned pale as paper, bloodless, as if he had been drained of all his anger.

His legs became weak, his knees bent, and he almost fell to the ground.

In extreme fear and despair, he crazily used his spiritual power to try to gather a defensive barrier to resist this terrifying attack.

However, under the terrifying pressure of the Demon Spirit King like Mount Tai, the spiritual power he condensed quickly dissipated invisible as soon as it appeared.

The attack of the Demon Spirit King was like a collapsed mountain, attacking him rapidly.

He tried all his strength and barely resisted for a moment, but after this moment, he was shocked by the irresistible force.

His body was like a kite with a broken string, drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blood dyed the land in front of him red.

He felt that his internal organs were shattered under this blow, and the severe pain spread throughout his body, causing him to almost lose consciousness.

"No... who is that! Who is it!" He looked at the Demon Spirit King in Ling Xiao's body in horror. His voice was filled with despair and fear, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He could never have imagined that Ling Xiao could summon such a terrifying existence.

Just as he fell to the ground with serious injuries and was dying, the green spirit quietly appeared behind him like a ghost.

At this moment, the sword in the Green Spirit's hand turned into sharp sword energy as if it had life.

A cold light flashed, and one of the sword energy penetrated his chest like lightning.

The Holy Lord of the Great Town widened his eyes, his eyes full of shock and reluctance, and a "clog" sound in his throat, which was a symbol of his life's about to disappear.
Chapter completed!