The pillar of light pierced through the chest of Chen Yuan's Dharma Image, like a relentless force of nature, with an indescribable power spreading over his entire Dharma Image.
And this strike also sent Chen Yuan flying back a hundred thousand zhang distance.
"Insulting my Holy Clan, you deserve to fall!" Luo Tian Demon God snorted coldly, the power between the brows of his Dharma Image quickly converging, even he couldn't sustain such a means indefinitely.
Nothing more, he just couldn't hold on.
Because he was not fully descended, only a portion of his power had been sent.
In the next moment, Luo Tian Demon God pursued his victory, the previous strike was a prepared trump card, intended to deliver a fatal blow to Chen Yuan at a critical moment.
Having achieved its effect, now he would suppress this man, conduct a Soul Search, to see if he knows the location of the Holy Altar.
