Ji Ming, Mi Qing, and the others could transform into figures seven or eight hundred zhang tall, so they could barely be counted as Middle Desolate Gods.
But compared with bloodline Desolate Gods, their strength was worlds apart.
Under normal circumstances, they could only be slaughtered.
Ji Ming was a valiant fighter. Carrying the Nail Rake over his shoulder, he gritted his teeth and stood his ground. Facing Lou Ji of the Xuanyuan Clan, he did not retreat.
As for Zong Yi, he appeared to be fighting for his life, but he maintained a certain distance, always prepared to flee.
Hearing Luo Zheng's words, Ji Ming could no longer worry about anything else. He opened his mouth and let out a roar, unleashing nearly all the Desolate God Power in his body. He leaped into the air, and the Nail Rake in his hands came crashing down over Lou Ji's head!
At the same time, Mi Qing flashed over from the other side, a short sword appearing in her hand.
Though it was called a short sword, it was a weapon wielded by a giant seven or eight zhang tall. Even this short sword was about a hundred zhang long...
"Two little lackeys dare to resist now? Hahaha..." Lou Ji roared with laughter.
These Desolate Gods were objects for the Xuanyuan Clan to slaughter at will. No matter how many there were, they were merely a mob. How could Lou Ji take them seriously?
The golden light covering Lou Ji's body grew ever more dazzling. His thick right hand suddenly shot out. He did not dodge at all—instead, he intended to seize Ji Ming's Nail Rake directly...
"Good and Evil Frenzy!"
Luo Zheng's eyes flashed.
Powerful soul force drove the Cheng Ying Sword, sending that Soul Attack containing the True