Boom!
Golden radiance pierced through the dark heavens, sunlight bathing the earth, as tens of thousands of demons and ghosts disintegrated into ashes on the spot.
This single blow obliterated at least hundreds of thousands of ghosts.
However, when compared to the incomprehensible magnitude of the ghostly army, this was merely a drop in the ocean.
"It's really happening?"
The Taishi Demon Emperor froze momentarily.
It wasn't that he feared Song Lin; if the guy dared to come, then so be it. After all, the army of ghosts here was immeasurable—no matter how many opponents came, it'd merely be a futile act of sacrifice.
Not to mention, Song Lin wasn't in Kunlun anymore. Without the blessing of Kunlun Heaven, wasn't Song Lin now nothing but a toy for the Taishi Demon Emperor to manipulate at will?
Even with the Moyu Qilin added into the mix, things might turn slightly trickier for him, but rescuing the Moyu Qilin? Impossible!
Absurd!
