In that flash of lightning and flint, the Primordial Saint had no other choice. He could only unleash his full power and try to weather it with his own strength.
Boom!
The two suddenly struck each other with all their might. A violent aura swept across the battlefield, and even the Blood Clan experts hundreds of meters away retreated in terror.
However, after fighting for so long, the Primordial Saint's disadvantage had already become glaringly obvious.
The Little Prince's momentum soared like a rainbow as he confidently unleashed his full power, while the Primordial Saint mostly defended, hoping to survive this ordeal.
"Die!"
Seeing their attacks collide, the Little Prince suddenly cried out in excitement, as though he could already see himself blasting this formidable Human Race Saint into scraps with a single blow.
"Is that so?"
Yet the Primordial Saint, who had been struggling to attack or defend, suddenly sneered. He abandoned his defensive stance entirely and charged head-on into that violent impact.
"What?"
The Little Prince felt even more delighted, thinking his opponent wanted to die with dignity. He would surely reduce him to a mass of mangled flesh!
But to his horror, just as the power they had unleashed was about to collide in full, a strange feeling of weakness suddenly swept over him.
"God fucking damn it! How did I end up playing support?"
At the same time, a cursing voice rang out. Luo Xiaotian suddenly unleashed his power, and nine Divine Dragons bore down, pinning the Little Prince firmly beneath them.
Boom!
The two finally collided in full, but what the Little Prince could not accept was that he was the one sent flying, vomiting blood!
Impossible! What kind of ability is this?
He screamed frantically in his heart, but still forced himself to calm