The biting chill rose along the spine all the way to the back of the head. An invisible hand tightly grasped Qian Daoliu's heart, dragging it downward until it was swallowed by the abyss called despair.
There were more than thirty figures, and the aura emitted by each of them was no weaker than that of the Charm Emperor. The ones closest to the Saint Lord of the Abyss were even comparable to the Black Emperor, whom he had difficulty defeating even when he burned the fire of his life.
At this moment, everyone finally witnessed the terrifying power of the abyss. Before they had time to prepare themselves mentally, destruction came quietly.
"Is that Xiao San?"
Tang Hao looked at the figure emitting strong malice in disbelief, his voice trembling, and beside him, Tang Xiao's eyes instantly turned red when he saw his hated enemy. The overwhelming hatred and almost crazy murderous intent immediately attracted the attention of the Saint Lord of the Abyss.
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