Chapter 437
"Brother Xu," Mo Ye turned his gaze toward Xu Zimo.
Now, Xu Zimo was their only hope, and he was the only one who had not been sealed.
But he did not know what realm Xu Zimo had truly reached.
Xu Zimo merely smiled and said nothing.
The three black-robed figures slowly descended from the sky, looking down upon Huang Sansi and the others.
"Prisoners beneath the steps, didn't expect this, did you?"
Huang Xing snorted coldly and shouted, "Kill us or carve us up as you please! One day, the Empire will wipe out your Evil God Cult.
Just as King An Ding led that war a hundred years ago."
"You court death!" Upon hearing Huang Xing's words, the black-robed figure in the middle flashed with fury and roared.
Black Mist shrouded his hand as spiritual energy surged and condensed into a giant palm.
The huge palm pressed down through layer upon layer of void before finally suppressing them from the heavens.
Huang Xing could no longer wield any power and was no different from an ordinary person.
Faced with such a scene, he had already prepared himself for death.
Suddenly, a deafening bang rang out.
The palm overhead was actually split apart by a single slash.
Everyone's eyes flickered as they turned toward the source of that blade.
Xu Zimo slowly sheathed Overlord Shadow, smiled, and said, "Don't be so hot-tempered. We can talk things over properly."
"I hadn't intended to bother with a fish that slipped through the net, but it seems your understanding is still lacking." The black-robed figure on the left waved his right hand.
Two chains descended from the sky, entwined with Black Mist, and branded their way toward Xu Zimo.
"Whose understanding is lacking, exactly?" Xu Zimo smiled and shook his