Tang Ling silently gripped the sword, blood flowing from her palm, yet Extreme Thunder remained unmoved.
Gu Jianlin closed his eyes, the majestic ancient dragon in his mind fell asleep, replaced by an angry Qilin.
Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by the demons, he opened his eyes, his golden gaze fierce and imposing!
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Time seemed frozen in this moment, as resurrected corpses overwhelmed the stubborn couple like a wave; it felt as if two innocent lambs were surrounded by a pack of wolves, the ensuing brutality was palpable, one could almost hear the sounds of flesh being torn.
Even those as stubborn as Qilin and Thunder might howl in despair.
"This scene is truly beautiful."
Jiang Chuge, carrying a sword box, remarked indifferently: "Logically, they shouldn't survive. Creatures assimilated within a domain are immortal. These monsters will tear apart all life, or turn you into one of them."
