Oh, buzz-buzz!
Buzz-buzz-buzz!
Hengshan City shook violently as countless Killing Formations interwove, covering the sky once more.
At the same time, a flood of seven-colored light suddenly descended, turning into a robe that draped itself over the Seven-Colored Godly Monarch.
The situation was perilous. The allies Old Ancestor Taihuang had summoned possessed foundations far beyond what he had expected, and the Seven-Colored Godly Monarch dared not let his guard down.
At that moment, he had released all his power.
"As long as I can withstand the might of these three kingly divine weapons, I can use the formations here to shift ten thousand miles away and leave this place for good."
The tables had turned. The Seven-Colored Godly Monarch no longer dared hope to suppress all thirteen Jie Realm martial artists. He could only hope to be lucky enough to survive.
To do that, he first needed to withstand the power of the three divine weapons. If he failed, everything else was a pipe dream.
He would be reduced to ashes beneath the divine weapons' assault.
Rumble!
Rumble!
In an instant, the lone Thunder Talisman in this place blazed with light, and deep-purple lightning began to course through the air.
The bolts converged, then seemed to leap through space and strike down before the Seven-Colored Godly Monarch.
"Go!"
The Seven-Colored Godly Monarch growled. The spiked mace, which had gathered the power of countless formations, swung and crashed down, colliding with the bolt of lightning.
Pfft!
Without a sound, the black spiked mace suddenly stopped moving.
Then, like shifting sand, it broke apart into countless tiny grains and collapsed.
A kingly divine weapon was a weapon wielded by a Human Race king at the peak of the Dao Realm. Its might was beyond imagining.
Though it had not been fully unleashed,