Boom!!
He was engulfed by a torrent of lightning molten.
The Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake shattered once again!
Gritting his teeth, he re-congealed it, a gleam of enchantment flashed through his eyes, his lips slightly parted with hidden allure, and he quickly uttered a line: "Tang Ningxin, with the drastic change in the ancient clan seven hundred years from now, will you really stand by and do nothing?"
"If you don't help me, who else will you help?! Who else can you wait for?!!"
Boom!
The lightning molten rained down like a stream of interconnected arrows.
The grass and trees around Song Yan ignited in an instant, the rocks shattered, and the surging lightning fire rose immediately, climbing onto Song Yan's body, as if it intended to burn this wicked form into ashes.
