Ling Yun shook his head, too disappointed in this God Demon Axe. Only his daughter liked it, but he had no use for it. Formidable power had to rely on oneself, and weapons could only serve as aids.
"My God Demon Axe... You thousand-slash bastard, return my fifty thousand points to me, you damned monster." Cold War Emperor killed his way toward Ling Yun like a madman.
A terrifying aura erupted, as though wanting to shatter this firmament.
"A bit interesting, you actually still have energy in your body, more interesting than Nan Wu Tian. Hahaha, let me toy with you for a bit."
Ling Yun slashed fiercely at his charging body. Cold War Emperor was knocked to the ground without even getting close to Ling Yun, kicking up billows of thick smoke.
Boom!
In an instant, he transformed into a formless stream of light, shooting straight from the ground up to the firmament, and then arriving right before Ling Yun. With a deafening boom, he struck Ling Yun's body on the spot, causing Ling Yun's frame to shake violently.
Yet it was as if Cold War Emperor had suffered a heavy blow; his eyes widened, revealing an incredulous expression.
He felt the crisp sound of his own arm bones shattering.
What kind of physique was King of Hell's, to be hard enough to make his scalp go numb.
"You came running to throw your life away?"
Ling Yun pressed down with a single hand, and Cold War Emperor immediately spat blood on the spot. The latter thought to himself that the power was too terrifying, leaving him without the slightest ability to resist.
"I fucking... You monster, this old man is going to drag you down with me to the grave."
Cold War Emperor was already very clear on