God-Spirit Fusion, the Twelve-Winged Angel God Enters the Battle

"Xiao Yan! Come out!"

High above Spirit City, Bibi Dong, the weakest of the three, shouted loudly.

She had suffered too many losses at Xiao Yan's hands, so the moment she arrived above Spirit City, she could not help but call out for him.

Because of the chaos and evil on the Sun Moon Continent, Bibi Dong's strength had now approached that of a Second-Level God.

With the aid of her Divine Armor and divine artifacts, Bibi Dong already felt that she was no weaker than a First Level God expert, no weaker than Xiao Yan.

And with two First Level God experts by her side, she naturally did not take Xiao Yan seriously.

All she wanted now was to flaunt her power triumphantly and make Xiao Yan come out to die.

Besides Bibi Dong, though the Rakshasa God and the Abyssal Sage King did not immediately demand Xiao Yan's death,

both of them were also eagerly anticipating beating Xiao Yan to death.

Aside from the Rakshasa God needing the despair of Douluo Continent's people, both he and the Abyssal Sage King wanted revenge.

Previously, they had been careless and unprepared.

But they would not be this time. They had already decided to make Xiao Yan wish he were dead.

Yet the people of Spirit City did not feel afraid simply because three terrifyingly powerful beings stood in the sky. They did not even think Grandmaster Xiao Yan needed to come out and fight.

"That's hilarious. Bibi Dong, if you can kill me, I'll admit I lost!"

"Hit me, then! Come on, hit me!"

"Bibi Dong, you're a fucking idiot!"

The Soul Masters of Spirit City raised their heads proudly, their lips curled with overwhelming confidence.

With the formation of the Mental Sharing Network Platform protecting them, they truly did