The Might of Demonic Thunder

Demonic energy surged as Seventh King Hall stood upon the void. He looked at Lin Dong blocking his path and Fifth King, badly wounded nearby, and a chill crept into his eyes.

"Not bad. I never expected your strength to be scarcely inferior to Lin Langtian's."

As his words fell, dense killing intent emerged in Seventh King Hall's eyes. No one knew what method Lin Langtian and Lin Dong had used, but they both possessed three identical Ancestral Talismans, and their strength and talent were equally astonishing.

This was the perfect chance to eliminate them together and remove two grave threats from Demon Prison!

"If you want to kill Bro Langtian, you'll have to get past me first." A grave expression appeared on Lin Dong's face. His hands rapidly formed seals, and eight thousand Purple-Gold Dragon Patterns spiraled around him as ancient dragon roars rang out.

"Hmph, courting death. Even Lin Langtian couldn't withstand a single exchange with me. How long can you hold out?" Seventh King Hall said disdainfully, clad in the Demon Emperor Armor.

Bang!

Lin Dong's expression remained resolute, and he said nothing. His body shot forward as his fists swung out, transforming directly into enormous Purple-Gold Dragon Claws that smashed furiously toward Seventh King Hall.

Yet, in the face of Lin Dong's ferocious attack, mockery flickered through Seventh King Hall's eyes. His body did not move in the slightest.

Clang! Clang!

Crisp metallic clashes erupted. Seventh King Hall remained completely still, and not even the slightest mark was left upon the Demon Emperor Armor covering his body.

Whoosh!

Seeing how sturdy the Demon Emperor Armor was, Lin Dong's eyes narrowed sharply. However, he did not lose heart. With a fierce sweep of his sleeve, a streak of light shot out and rapidly expanded in the wind,