Want to wipe out the demon race?
Mo Jingcang laughed in fury. He was not dead yet!
Immediately after, he mobilized all the mana within him and raised his aura to its peak, as though he intended to perish together with Su Di. His entire body radiated an terrifyingly dangerous presence.
Mo Jingcang knew he could not defeat Su Di, so he was going all out now.
"The demon race was born in accordance with the Great Dao! How can it be destroyed by your hand?"
Mo Jingcang growled. During the last battle of the Three Saints, he had learned just how absurdly powerful Su Di was, but he had not been afraid.
Perhaps those people had been born before him, but the demon race had been the first race to dominate during the Chaos Era!
It absolutely could not end here!
Boom!
A pillar of light descended from above, breaking through the rolling sea of flames and enveloping Mo Jingcang.
In an instant, Su Di's expression changed.
It was not just him; the other Saints in the universe reacted the same way.
Within the Great World of Confucianism.
Confucius and Subhuti flew out from the clouds at the same time. Standing side by side, they gazed into the depths of the starry sky, their eyes filled with wariness.
"What kind of aura is that...?"
Confucius asked in a deep voice. They had been watching the battle all along, and just as Mo Jingcang was about to lose, he had somehow invoked a mysterious, powerful aura far surpassing that of a Saint.
Subhuti pondered. "Could it be the Power of the Great Dao?"
The pillar of light descending upon Mo Jingcang looked extremely similar to Great Dao Merit, so it was hard not to let their imaginations run wild.
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