As he expected, Nirvana Seven complained that souls wouldn't be so easily killed. In this brutal battle, he maneuvered the Ice Bull War Chariot, striking as if he were attacking an ancient Holy Mountain, fierce and shattered.
Nirvana Seven also complained that souls are unwilling to give weak signals. They crashed into each other like thunder, their sounds bright, as if they could pierce eardrums. The two titans launched into a fierce competition, leaving a deep impression. They couldn't help but take another bath.
The leader of the Chu Family looked at the other complaining Ghost Souls, his eyes filled with love. He said, "So many people, this is for us."
Lin Ao nodded slowly, his robe lightly flicking, a golden flame quickly appeared, transforming into a massive column, shimmering with golden light, engulfed in the perfect aura of masculinity, nine dragons bound, their roars loud and clear, a column was struck, the wind howling, unable to move.
"Bang!"
