"That cry of 'Master, save me!' was shouted so crisply and decisively; the will that burst forth amidst the desperate straits nearly knocked Yang Zhen off his feet.
Damn, what a powerful trump card, such a card, Yang Zhen couldn't use it, because he had no master!
Boom—!
A loud rumble came from the vault of heaven, much like the explosion of stars, charging towards all directions and forming a massive disc that blasted apart the gloomy atmosphere and the Demon Qi.
Everyone was startled by such a terrifying scene and looked up in shock, their faces filled with awe.
An elderly figure stood in mid-air, his robes whipping wildly, white hair and beard flowing as if made from snow, presenting the air of an immortal which gave everyone the urge to worship.
'Master, save me!'
Luo Jin's face was pale, engulfed by the terrifying Demon Qi, his entire body began to burn with a black flame, and before long, not even his Spirit Soul could escape.
