"What secret art is he using? How can it be so powerful?"
Dong Jianhong's expression shifted wildly. Just now, he had sensed all 108 of his Silver Needles shatter.
The destruction of all his Heavenly Silver Needles had also inflicted a backlash on Dong Jianhong.
Both his life divine power and his life aura had fallen considerably!
More importantly, there was the backlash of destructive power. Dong Jianhong felt an immense mass of destructive power building inside him and could only use his ancestral god power to suppress it with all his might.
If that destructive power erupted, Dong Jianhong would likely die in an instant.
"Mystic Thirty-Six's strength has risen so quickly, damn it..." Dong Jianhong was shocked and furious, but even more than that, he was terrified. He had already realized something.
If he did not leave swiftly, or if no other Ancestral God Commanders from the Demon God Hall arrived, his fate...
Would be utterly miserable!
Qin Hao would never spare him.
At that thought, Dong Jianhong gritted his teeth and roared, accelerating into the starry sky in an attempt to leave the Infinite Sea.
"Faster, faster, faster!"
"Once the Demon God Hall's Ancestral Gods receive my message, they'll definitely come at once."
"The fastest route into the Infinite Sea is through its entrance. If I head toward the entrance now, I'll have a better chance of running into them."
Dong Jianhong wished he could sprout another pair of legs and move faster, even if only by a fraction. His eyes were filled with fear and panic, while his face was grim and cold.
He flipped his hand and took out his Message Jade Slip again. Gritting his teeth, he sent another message: "Mystic Thirty-Six has mastered a Low-Rank Perfect Secret Art after only ninety epochs of