The Black Mage swept his gaze around and let out a chilling laugh. "You lot... are you planning to use numbers against me?"
No one answered, but the light gathering upon their weapons had already given him the answer!
The Black Mage sneered. "Naive..."
"You'll soon understand that no matter how many ants there are, they cannot shake a dragon!"
As he raised his staff once more, terrifying Black Magic power spread outward like a tidal wave!
The waiter at the stairway entrance stuck out his tongue. At this point, he only wanted to watch the spectacle and had no intention of stopping it, so he went to fetch another huge jar of wine.
Yun Qingyi followed Meng Yelan into the palace. No one spoke in the carriage, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
With the incantation murmured from her lips, following Lin Chaoyin's thoughts, moonlight flowed like water, washing away the ravages of time. Lanruo Temple, which had been ruined for many years, was restored to its original state, every blade of grass, every tree, every brick, every tile. Then, as though held by countless hands, it was reconstructed. In but a brief moment, a brand-new residence had been completed.
His vengeance burned fiercely and the flames of hatred raged. Huantian leaped up, unleashing countless killing moves at once. Young Master Yuan answered with heavy strikes, and both sides used ruthless techniques as their battle descended into savage fury.
The newcomer was none other than the current emperor of the Dali Kingdom. Behind him followed an old monk in yellow robes, two novice monks, Gao Shengtai, Ba Tianshi, and several other experts. Emperor Baoding and the Yellow-Browed Monk stepped forward first, pressing their palms against a tree trunk and blocking Duan Yanqing's path.
"Fine, then we'll listen to Elder