The Holy Demon Dharma Form vs. the Six-Winged Archangel

With both sides choosing to reveal their trump cards, the battle had officially reached its most intense stage.

Even the faint energy they released during the process of gathering their power, like the subtle rhythm of breathing, had begun to gradually solidify the surrounding space.

The originally cloudless sky had already rippled from their previous clash.

Now, compressed by the dense energy, it gradually began to darken.

"Kong! Kong! Kong!"

As more and more energy gathered, the void began to emit faint tremors.

Lin Zhiluo stood proudly alone, blade in hand.

All the energy within his body transformed into intertwined golden and blood-red shadows that flowed from beneath his feet and surged behind him.

From the enormous, black-hole-like shadow behind him, a disproportionately massive hand stretched out and pressed against the open ground.

It was not just one hand.

Supported by the intertwined golden and blood-red shadows, another hand had already emerged and pressed down on the open ground beside it.

"Rrrrgh!"

A roar that seemed to come from the Eternal Era rang out from nowhere.

Immediately afterward, a gigantic head emerged from the shadows.

Its facial features were indistinct, making it quite similar to Lin Zhiluo's Demon King Phantom from before.

However, both its size and aura surpassed the Demon King Phantom many times over.

In particular, the face formed from intertwined golden and blood-red energy gave off both a sacred serenity and the terror of a demon.

Contradictory!

Bizarre!

Grotesque!

An indescribable sense of "evil"!

After the head emerged, the two hands that had been pressed against the ground tensed, then used their support to pull the Dharma Form's lower body out of the black hole.

"Rrrrgh!"

Another low roar of unknown origin rang out.

Lin Zhiluo's Holy Demon Dharma Form had completely descended upon this space!

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