The Might of Demonic Thunder

Demonic qi surged as Seventh King Hall stood upon the void. He looked at Lin Dong before him and Fifth King, who had been severely wounded nearby, and a cold glint rose in his eyes.

"Not bad. I never expected your strength to be scarcely inferior to Lin Langtian's."

As his voice fell, dense killing intent also emerged in Seventh King Hall's eyes. Lin Langtian and Lin Dong had somehow obtained three identical Ancestral Talismans each, and both possessed astonishing strength and talent.

This was the perfect chance to eliminate them together and rid the Demon Prison of two grave threats!

"If you want to kill Brother Langtian, you'll have to get past me first." A grave look surfaced on Lin Dong's face. His hands swiftly formed hand seals, and Eight Thousand Purple-Gold Dragon Marks swirled around him as ancient dragon roars resounded.

"Hmph, you're courting death. Even Lin Langtian couldn't withstand a single move from me. How long can you hold out?" Seventh King Hall said disdainfully, clad in the Demon Emperor Armor.

Bang!

Lin Dong's expression remained resolute as he charged out without another word. His fists swung forward, transforming into enormous Purple-Gold Dragon Claws that smashed furiously toward Seventh King Hall.

Yet, faced with Lin Dong's ferocious attack, mockery flashed through Seventh King Hall's eyes. His body did not move in the slightest.

Clang! Clang!

Clear metallic clangs erupted. Seventh King Hall remained motionless, and not even the slightest mark was left upon the Demon Emperor Armor covering his body.

Whoosh!

Lin Dong's eyes narrowed sharply at the sight of the incomparably sturdy Demon Emperor Armor. However, he did not lose heart. With a sweep of his sleeve, a streak of light shot forth, expanding rapidly in the wind and turning into a massive stone tablet.

Ancient