With a flash, Sacred Priest Mo Yu closed in on the frantically fleeing Prophet Demon Master Qi Nan. A smile laced with killing intent appeared on his face as he pointed a finger.
As long as he killed Prophet Demon Master Qi Nan today, it would all have been worth it—the price he had paid today would have been worth it!
Sacred Priest Mo Yu's finger came crashing down. Before the attack even reached him, Prophet Demon Master Qi Nan felt a chill atop his head, and an inexplicable despair surged within him.
He had quite a few life-saving methods.
But he knew full well that under an attack from Sacred Priest Mo Yu, a peak Creation Realm Divine General, there was absolutely no way he would survive.
What was more, after the Sacred Priests of the Ancestral God Hall were awakened, their combat strength would increase to a certain extent due to the secret art.
In other words, Sacred Priest Mo Yu's current combat strength had long since surpassed the peak of the Creation Realm Divine General realm.
Even he himself did not believe he could survive this strike.
A nameless sorrow rose in Prophet Demon Master Qi Nan's heart. He had plotted against Ye Zhen, plotted and plotted, only to plot away his own little life.
Just as Prophet Demon Master Qi Nan was drowning in despair, a figure suddenly flashed out of the void and, at incomparably swift speed, crashed into Sacred Priest Mo Yu's finger.
Sacred Priest Mo Yu's finger was like a falling meteor striking the earth. Although the figure that had suddenly rushed out also radiated the aura of a Creation Realm Divine General, he forcibly took the blow head-on.
But after receiving Sacred Priest Mo Yu's finger, that figure fell straight toward the