"I understand!"
Realization dawned on Qin Baochuan. Clenching his fists, he declared, "Fellow Daoist Lin said that one of our objectives in storming the Heavenly Nether Sacred Tower was to destroy the Nether Baleful Ghost Cannon!"
"The Nether Baleful Ghost Cannon has the terrifying power to pierce the plane barrier. If we don't destroy it now, every lower plane will inevitably fall!"
"Fellow Daoist Lin is locked in a bitter battle with the Saint King. We'll seize this chance to destroy the Nether Baleful Ghost Cannon!"
"That way, even if we're wiped out today, we can at least keep the Other Planes safe!"
At once, everyone made up their minds, brought forth their magical artifacts, and charged toward the Nether Baleful Ghost Cannon without looking back.
While battling Lin Mo, the Saint King noticed Luo Lan and the others moving out of the corner of his eye, and a trace of coldness surfaced in his gaze.
"You think you can destroy the Nether Baleful Ghost Cannon while I'm being held up? Dream on!"
Facing Lin Mo's incoming punch, the Saint King no longer dodged. Instead, he casually swept out his hand and caught Lin Mo by the wrist.
Lin Mo's expression changed. He struggled with all his might, but he could not break free of the shackles of the Saint King's power of rules.
The next second, thunderous dragon roars erupted from the Flame God Furnace behind the Saint King.
Three enormous dragons formed from evil fire beat their wings and burst forth. Baring sharp fangs and claws, they dove straight toward Luo Lan and the others below.
"Roar!"
The Evilfire Flame Dragons' terrifying ferocity shook Luo Lan and the others to the core. Firelight painted their deathly pale faces red, and they stood rooted to the spot, unable to