The Ninth Reincarnation King was rather regretful now.
He had never imagined that the human race would cooperate so closely with the Underworld, that they would lend aid through a Sky Patrol Magic Treasure.
He had never imagined that this was not cooperation between the human race and the Underworld.
This was merely the authority and means available to Wang Quan alone.
He had summoned the Sky Patrol Magic Treasure to strike this place for just one reason-the grand residence was something he had obtained through gift-giving, ancient methods, and his own genuine ability.
Anyone who seized his grand residence was his enemy.
And whenever he had the ability, he would certainly strike his enemies.
This strike by the [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] was already the weakest of the three major means of attack currently at his disposal.
"If the [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] can't deal with them, I'll use the once-a-year [Drowning Dao Court] strike."
"If the [Drowning Dao Court]-if these minotaurs and the ghost gods that just emerged can withstand the [Drowning Dao Court] strike, then I'll turn around and return to the Present World without another word."
As for the [All-Under-Heaven Dao Court] strike, he would never use it rashly.
Available once every ten thousand years, the [All-Under-Heaven Dao Court] was definitely worth more than the [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] and the [Drowning Dao Court].
That was his last means of saving his life.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The great bronze ship descending from the sky seemed to leap through the air.
The Beauty Snake at the bow opened her eyes.
The next instant, millions of cracks appeared in the air ahead, like shattered glass.
Whoosh!
The great bronze ship passed through the crack-riddled air and continued its descent.
Behind it, the cracked air began to burn, forming