"Is this the ancient powerhouse who penned the Divine Spirit Scripture?" Lin Feng gazed at the mysterious phantom floating above the Divine Spirit Scripture, feeling profoundly shaken.
Now that ancient being has emerged, can it aid him in slaughtering gods?
"Divine Spirit Scripture!"
The Great Netherworld Prison Demon King was evidently familiar with the Divine Spirit Scripture. His voice was indifferent, "The Great Tao of the Divine Spirit Scripture is flawed; how could it possibly cut me down?"
"Boom!"
The Great Netherworld Prison Demon King moved forward. His aura grew increasingly powerful and terrifying.
With each step he took, it seemed as though all heavens trembled.
At this moment, Lin Feng realized that when the Great Netherworld Prison Demon King struck at him just recently, he had scarcely used any power.
To kill him would have been entirely effortless.
Perhaps, due to the Demon King's personality, he was granted time to summon the Divine Spirit Scripture.
