"Good, good, good, boy, we have plenty of time to meet again."
"Luohou" was enveloped in demonic qi, dispersing in all directions and traversing the infinite time and space in an instant.
Despite the endless wails of heart demons, some managed to slip through the shroud of Buddha's light and escaped to the heavens.
Trying to kill Luohou isn't so easy.
After the black mist completely vanished from the venue, Ji Changsheng's legs gave way, and he directly spat out fresh blood, his breath extremely feeble.
The Holy Mother Primordial Monarch, who had been concerned about the East King, was startled upon seeing Ji Changsheng's condition: "Changsheng, are you alright?"
