The wicked Black God suddenly flew into a rage, attempting to end his life with the dust of the forest.
Facing the fierce Black Demon King, Lin Chen remained calm, seemingly unfazed by the Black Demon King's actions. He smiled and said, "I've already said you don't have the grounds to die with me."
In Lin Chen's eyes, runes floated. He understood the ocean, and his Primordial Spirit was exercising its power. The runes danced, mysterious and unfathomable, filled with Taoist charm. Yuan Shen's face looked like that of an ordinary person with lifeless power, as if he were an invincible giant ruling the world.
"The enchanting Taoist Eye"
Seeing Lin Chen's enchanting Taoist Eye, the wicked Black Divine King was dumbfounded, as if turned to wood, appearing to be hooked, the fierce breathing of his body halted.
"The supreme fist of all races."
