"This time, we've come to destroy Pan God's lair. Senior Brother, please lend us a hand!"
Tang Changsheng thought to himself, It seemed the Immortal Sects knew something was wrong, too. The Purple Dusk Demon was stirring. They meant to strike first and clear out the threats in Wuman World...
At that thought, Tang Changsheng smiled. "We're all disciples of the Immortal Sects. Of course I won't refuse!"
The two True Persons were delighted. The Immortal Sects would naturally bring considerable forces to bring down Pan God.
Tang Changsheng's hundred thousand Magical Weapons did not amount to much in a battle on this scale.
But for the task assigned to these two True Persons, his presence would make things far easier.
"Rest assured, fellow Daoist. Our task isn't difficult. We only have to seal off the perimeter... Others will handle the real assault."
As they spoke, a beam of Golden Light suddenly shot down from the sky. Dark clouds churned across the Netherworld's black firmament, and silver serpents danced wildly.
"They're here! The Heavenly Court's forces are here!" the two Daoists cried in delight.
Tang Changsheng had not expected the Heavenly Court and the Immortal Sects to join forces for this operation. That truly came as a surprise.
Surely the Immortal Sects could deal with a mere Pan God on their own? To suggest otherwise would be a joke!
So this joint operation was just for show?
As Tang Changsheng speculated, Thunderbolts began crashing down from above, one after another, as thick as rain.
Each looked as thick as a barrel and carried the power to end the world, as though a single strike could split a mountaintop apart.
Yet as the Thunderbolts fell, a blood-red radiance rose and forcibly blocked them.
In the blink of an eye, at least