"Boom boom!"

The whole world was shattered like ice crystals and was in ruins.

But there was an inexplicable smile on Ling Xiao's face.

The figures of Qin Wushuang, Ning Tiance and others came from a distance and stood beside Ling Xiao.

At this time, everyone had a solemn look in their eyes.

The seventh-grade God Emperor's deathbed counterattack must be terrifying.

Even if the two elders of the holy religion could resist, they would probably be seriously injured.

Time passed slowly, and the world was dead silent.

But inexplicably, the eyes of the hundreds of thousands of corpse soldiers and several Yuan Dynasty God Emperors suddenly flashed with panic.

Immediately afterwards, their bodies began to disintegrate on their own.

Emperor Yuan is dead.

These so-called soul slaves naturally have no chance of survival.

Until light fell from the sky, everyone was dumbfounded to see that the two holy envoys stood out of thin air, but there was no trace of Emperor Yuan.

But at this time, both of them were extremely depressed, their faces were pale, and there seemed to be some blood stains on the corners of their mouths.

Especially the old man who wielded the sword, one of his arms and shoulders were directly broken into pieces, and he looked miserable.
Chapter completed!