The relationship between the two didn't seem that good.
Golden light enveloped the surrounding area.
The Thunder Striking Mountain God transformed into a thousand-zhang-tall Black Mountain Dharma Image.
"Sigh... the karma between you and me ends today!"
A voice echoed from the void.
Countless golden talismans condensed within the void, manifesting a massive golden hand.
The hundred-li-wide hand pressed down upon the Black Mountain.
Behind the golden hand, a huge faintly visible golden statue emerged.
The statue wasn't sacred but appeared incredibly eerie—green-faced with sharp fangs, red-eyed with crimson hair, and two menacing bat wings behind it.
It looked like a Ghost King cleansed into an Immortal God!
The three-thousand-zhang Emperor Peak seemed as insignificant as a toothpick in front of the golden hand.
"Haha, so what if I die?"
BOOM!
The golden hand smashed into the Black Mountain.
"Is it over?" Song Lin thought to himself.
