"You old relic, it's time you went down to keep Ye Xing shui company!" Saint Lord Jin Zhen had no intention of dragging this out. That would only introduce more uncertainties.
The True Spirit Dragon Clan had already appeared. If he waited, there would be no share of the Blessed Land left for him.
Almost as soon as he spoke, his fingers curled into claws and thrust forward.
Of his laws of metal and wood, metal seemed the stronger, but his true trump card was his mastery of the law of wood.
He formed a hand seal.
The scattered golden light from the Golden Leaf Heaven that had just collapsed all turned into golden seeds.
As his spell drove them onward, the surrounding spiritual energy was abruptly drained away. At the same time, the entire void looked like a lake blanketed with golden water hyacinths.
Not a single gap remained visible.
The Snow Silkworm Demon Lord was naturally enveloped within them as well.
Oppression, suffocation, a void of spiritual energy—the Snow Silkworm Demon Lord's expression changed drastically.
Even among late Eighth Stage cultivators, Saint Lord Jin Zhen's strength was undoubtedly among the very best.
His attack even slowed Sage Lord Prayer-Smoke and the Dark Spring Saint Lord behind him, who had entertained similar ambitions.
They were already beginning to consider retreat.
The various Human Race factions had never harbored much ambition for the Blessed Land, nor had they expected it to appear. Naturally, they had made no other contingency plans.
Moreover, they had already received word that Soul-Repelling City had fallen. Although they found it difficult to accept the Blessed Land falling into the hands of the Jade Soul Race, it seemed there was nothing else they could do!
Jin Chen was simply too powerful!
"Rise!" The Snow Silkworm Demon