The method of killing is so bizarre, leaving one defenseless.
Qing Chen smiled and said, "I can return to the Outer World soon. Once there, I can use the Death Shroud, I can use the syringe."
"Good idea," Qing Zhun nodded. "But how are you going to return? Look, they are coming. Your path is blocked."
Qing Chen looked up at the goddesses flying towards him, each clutching a red silk ribbon, charging at him without hesitation.
On both sides of Qing Chen, two Demon King Kongs were already closing in for the attack.
He stood at the center of the battlefield, with heavenly gods and buddhas rushing to kill!
Kill!
However, at this moment, a smile appeared at the corner of Qing Chen's mouth: "It's not only the moon and the sun that can cast shadows."
In the nick of time, the Demon-Subduing Pestle struck like thunder, and the red silk ribbon swept like a long whip.
Amidst crises upon crises… a golden thunder strike fell outside the battlefield.
