Boom! Boom! Boom!
After Jiang Yan swept the people of Yuanxin Sect into the Netherworld with his immense Magical Power, an endless tide of black tribulation flames came crashing toward them. They had no time to react before the flames buried them beneath the sea.
Pfft!
Pfft!
In an instant, the Yuanxin Sect disciples burst apart one after another, turning into strands of seven-colored light, some thick and some thin.
As if facing an overwhelming threat, they instinctively gathered together and transformed into a seven-colored flood dragon. It shot upward, trying to escape the sea of fire.
Hmph!
But just then, an enormous face appeared above the Netherworld. Its indifferent gaze fell upon the flood dragon, which had been struggling violently only a moment before. The dragon shuddered, then exploded with a thunderous boom, unable to reform.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The scattered flecks of seven-colored light were swept through by the Netherworld Tribulation Flames. They were quickly ground away and vanished completely.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
At the same time, a thick stream of black-gray energy surged into the sky and merged into Jiang Yan's left hand. His eyes lit up. Another large haul of Anomaly Points had come in.
Hm?
At that moment, Seven-Colored Godly Monarch (Old Ancestor Yuanxin), who had been getting the upper hand, suddenly gave a muffled groan and retreated. His aura plummeted with him.
Those Yuanxin Sect disciples were less his puppets than his incarnations, extensions of his power. Now that Jiang Yan had refined them all, his strength had been weakened to a certain extent as well.
"Damn it! How is this possible?!"
Seven-Colored Godly Monarch's eyes turned cruel as he looked toward Jiang Yan.
He had been born from the Black Tide's source, with an exalted status and a power that came close to surpassing the