Thousand-Headed Divine Beasts

A Thousand Divine Beasts

Shang Tianhe had never expected that the moment Hong Yi made his move, he would shatter the "Golden Crow Formation" and reach straight for the "Sun-Shooting Command Banner" in his hand. He was instantly struck pale with fright. The Emperor Shang's "Sun God Palace" was tremendously powerful, a magical artifact comparable to Ancestor God Mountain. It contained its own cavern-heaven within, and even possessed a Thunder Pool. Who knew how many heavenly treasures had been condensed into it, how much blood of ancient Golden Crows and phoenixes had been used, together with mighty solar true fire, to refine it over five or six thousand years—perhaps even ten thousand. "Not good!" Like him, the other two, Blazing Flame True King and Poison Flame True King, each held a command banner as well. Upon all three banners stood an incomparably majestic giant man amid flames, clutching a massive flaming bow and flaming arrows, posed as if about to shoot. It could be said that throughout heaven and earth, scarcely a few magical treasures could stand shoulder to shoulder with this Sun God Palace. Moreover, the mysterious Emperor Shang's seniority far surpassed even that of Dark Emperor Daoist and Zen, the founding patriarch of Great Zen Temple. His magic power was even more formidable; he formed a realm unto himself and swept through all before him. This jade-green current looked like emerald water, rippling with waves, yet it was in truth a kind of poisonous fire. Although Hong Yi was trapped by the formation of a thousand Golden Crows, he was not afraid. With a slight movement of both hands, he drew forth a bank of cloud and mist—a dense vapor of water that protected him. Though the flames of the formation raged with savage intensity, they could not