All Hells shall be incinerated in flames!
"Now, how do you feel, Saint?"
Ji Jue lowered his gaze, looking down at the Guardian Saint who had been reverted to his original form beneath his feet, flicked his fingers, and released the binds on his mouth: "Does the taste of bowing to heresy feel the same as when you bow to the Holy God?"
"Blasphemy! Arrogance! Ridiculous!!!"
The Guardian's body convulsed violently, struggling time and again, his eyes nearly bursting: "How can a humble rebel compare to the grandeur of the Holy God?! If you're going to kill, then kill—no need for more words!
Sooner or later, you all shall be burned to ashes by the Holy God's wrath, whereas my faith has long since attained eternity next to the Holy God!"
"Oh, really?"
Ji Jue laughed: "I don't think so."
Pop!
Just as Ji Jue extended his right hand again toward the Guardian, infinite darkness suddenly converged from the second layer of the Border Prison, dragging everything towards his palm.
