Chapter 224: Yanyu Meng's Depression, The Demonic God P

itch-black coffin, bound by hundreds of golden chains.From that coffin, a supreme aura of pressure emanated.The oppressive aura emanating from the ancient secret, originated from this obsidian coffin...."He Lao!"

In the distance, as Yan Rumeng fled, she turned back to look and saw Elder He and the others. They had been struck by a punch from the Fallen Saint's body, transformed into bloody clumps, their flesh shattered, blood splattering everywhere.

Her face was pale, and her heart ached.

The Demon God Palace lost two Saints all at once.

Sages are not cannon fodder or stray dogs. Even in the Immortal Domain, they are top-tier fighters.

The Demon God Palace has suffered heavy losses this time, losing both men and money.

"He Lao and others died, and the task was not completed."before Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.Every ancient character blossoms with endless divine radiance, like stars in the heavens revolving.If an ordinary person were to just glance at it, their eyes would be blinde...