"Bring out the Imperial Weapon. At worst, we'll all perish together!"
Ouyang Bolun roared. He could feel that he was nearing his limit. After maneuvering through every channel, the Demon Hunter Organization had only managed to dispatch three Saint King experts to support him and Mu Chen. There were six Saint Kings in total, yet they were still no match for this King of Saint Kings from the Demon Race and had been suppressed from the start.
Had the six of them not worn divine armor, some of them would have fallen long ago.
But after fighting to this point, he was nearly finished too. Terrifying cracks covered his body, and a huge hole ran through his chest and back. As for his divine armor, it had already been blasted apart.
He desperately wanted to bring out the Imperial Weapon, but it was not in his hands.
"Hurry! We still have a chance to fight with everything we have. Wait any longer, and we won't even have the chance to risk our lives!"
Mu Chen roared as well, looking toward Xuanyuan Zhen of the Xuanyuan Family, who controlled the Imperial Weapon.
"Fight? Do you have the strength to fight me? If you rely on your own power, you might live a little longer. If you bring out the Imperial Weapon, you will only die faster. Did you think the Demon Race had no Imperial Weapons?"
Across from them, a golden-haired man stood with calm confidence, emanating an incomparable aura. His power surged like raging waves. Under his strength, the six Saint King experts could only defend passively and were unable to truly contend with him.
He moved as though strolling through a leisurely courtyard, casually throwing a punch through the air. The tyrannical fist force descended like the heavens collapsing,