Zhong Pan whispered, "Normally, the power of the Sorrow God is scattered across the land and can only be eradicated piecemeal. Now the White Clothes Sect has exhausted all its strength, forcibly converging the mourning energy to summon this powerful Sorrow God to manifest. Once it's killed, the White Clothes Sect will suffer a backlash, and the evil forces in the world will be weakened."
Babbling so much translates to gathering a huge army for a ruthless battle... Zhao Douan complained.
His eyes locked onto the high skies.
Waiting for the result of this battle.
The moment the prison of heaven and earth formed, it seemed the chains became a single entity.
Xu Jingtang collided fiercely in the air, only to be bounced back, the space rippling outward in azure waves.
"Zhang Yan Yi! You forced me!"
Realizing he couldn't escape, Xu Jingtang's hair wildly danced, twisting mid-air, his eyes fixed on the mountaintop academy.
