Ancient Immortal Gods?
Upon hearing these words, Fang Yuan was somewhat surprised. He looked the Three-headed Silver Wolf up and down; its appearance was rather impressive... Then, a trace of disdain flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes.
So what if they're Ancient Immortal Gods? Are they really that great?
In Ancient Times, the likes of Immortal Gods—I don't know how many I've killed!
A mere Ancient Immortal God dares to make this Demon Monarch submit? They simply don't know what it means to die.
"Boasting shamelessly, I must see what you're made of!"
Roar!
In an instant, Fang Yuan let out a long, soul-shaking roar toward the sky, echoing throughout Yin Yue Mountain. It left the nearby white wolf pack dizzy and disoriented, causing chaos within moments.
Just then, the blood-colored bone spear hovering above Jiang Che's head suddenly soared into the sky. With a spin, its size instantly expanded to that of a beam, its blood-red glow radiating a terrifying aura.
Whoosh!
