In an instant, the eyes of the numerous cultivators present were aghast as they watched the giant Demon God behind Gong Ziyi wield a long spear radiating an overwhelming aura of death.
"Having me preside over your funeral is your honor!"
With Gong Ziyi's angry roar.
Buzz!
The Demon God's long spear, emanating rampant deathly aura, instantly transformed into a black light. Not only did it wither the space in an instant, but the terrifying aura also made all the cultivators present feel a piercing sense of death, as if the blood throughout their bodies had suddenly frozen.
"Shen Qiang!"
The women were horrified.
Standing on the opposite side of the street, the stunning actress Song Weiyin rushed out.
At the same time, the War God from the distant Dragon Group couldn't help but furrow his brow.
"It is done." Gong Ziyi's grandfather's eyes were cold: "No one can escape the Death God's grasp."
But at the instant when a cold smile appeared on his lips.
