However, the other kings also discovered a terrible thing. At this moment when the mysterious shadow was clearly being suppressed, Lu Zhan and the four otherworldly ancestral gods remained very calm, without any intention of taking action, which seemed very eerie.
A muffled roar sounded, and the shadow stood upright again. Amidst the black mist, his form was indistinct, only those eyes flickered with a soul-shaking cold light, once again pressing toward the crowd.
"Kill!"
All the kings charged together. Now was not the time for philosophical debate, but a true life-and-death struggle. As long as they could eradicate this mysterious shadow, the means did not matter.
However, this time the shadow seemed much stronger; the black mist roiled, and he extended a giant demon claw. In its fingers were threads of black lines connecting, weaving into a web of demons, enveloping everyone.
Everyone was appalled!
