Celestial Demon Enchantment, Demon's Sound fills the ears.
In this instance, Song Yan utilized all the Celestial Demon Power he could muster.
After speaking, his whole body tensed, ready to run at any moment.
The words were spoken by his mouth, not by his legs.
Po Xu's frenzied plan to accelerate the invasion of Netherworld's Qi was truly mad, and if he had any other choice, he would certainly try it.
Long Muyun felt a force crashing into her mind, forcefully prying apart the already tiny fissure further.
One side of the fissure was another self, a seemingly true self, while the other was the lofty, indifferent will of the Master of Heaven and Earth.
Her hand began to tremble, and her sword fell to the ground with a "ding."
She clutched her head, moaning in pain.
Song Yan glanced at the sword and tried to spot Long Muyun's Storage Bag.
Even if he didn't take it now, if things went sour later, he could give it a shot.
