F***, how could there be such a freak?
Stab, stab, stab. At this moment, the seven Saints were all mechanically stabbing the battle spears in their hands. Due to their overwhelming shock, their minds had already gone completely blank. They couldn't think of anything else.
Weng! Right at this moment, a nine-colored divine light suddenly erupted from Ling Han's body. It was indescribably dazzling.
Then, an exuberant vitality surged, as if all life had revived.
At this moment, everyone was rendered speechless.
What was going on?
What kind of bizarre phenomenon was this?
Right at this moment, Ling Han's eyes suddenly snapped open. Nine-colored divine light flickered in his pupils, as if his gaze could penetrate the heaven and earth.
He had a feeling that he was severing his connection with the heaven and earth, becoming a self-contained entity.
Pseudo-Emperor!
