In the pitch-black Universe,
countless fierce spirits crazily surged out of Hell's Gate.
At the Heavenly Immortal Second Palace, the experts from the four Divine Races were all desperately resisting.
Even Chu Feng, the swordsman, found himself completely surrounded by countless fierce spirits.
"Damn it!"
Chu Feng roared furiously as his sword slashed out, annihilating an uncountable number of fierce spirits.
However, no sooner had he killed them than even more fierce spirits swarmed him, proving impossible to completely eliminate.
Chen Yao spread his six wings behind him, emitting a holy light from his entire body, which instantly turned any fierce spirit it touched into ash.
But the spirits, as if they were a suicidal squad, still crazily swarmed him.
Meanwhile, Wen Jie, Lin Mengmeng, Zhao Yiling, little fox, and Qian Wanyang unapologetically took shelter under this holy light.
Chen Yao's forehead was covered in sweat, "I can't hold on much longer!"
