"Ancestor, stop him quickly, don't let him turn into a demon."

Baili Feng and the others knew very well how powerful the demon-turned-Wen Tianji was. Although Baili Feng would not distinguish between friend and foe, that powerful power was enough to destroy the entire Tianjian Mountain.

Bailishen obviously realized this: "Huh, you are giving up on yourself. Do you think that the demon soul that summoned you is my opponent?"

"Let me see the power of God!"

"Absolutely divine impact."

There was a loud bang, and Bailishen's hand emitted an earth-shattering light.

The terrifying power of God dazzled the entire audience for a moment, and headed towards Wentianji with a one-hit kill.

The great battle begins at this moment.

Mo Wen and others all rushed towards Wentianji, and they had to block this attack for Wentianji.

But Wentianji's speed was even faster. A wave of demonic intent lingered in the void, and a sharp sword in his hand made a sound of piercing the air.

"Jue Tian."

One sword cut the sky, and at that moment, what the crowd saw was the sky above Tianjian Mountain being cut off by the sword.

When people came to their senses, they saw a scene that was unacceptable to them.

The powerful Bailishen had half of his body cut off by Wentianji's sword. Blood splattered everywhere, and the scene in front of him was even more horrific.

There were no shouts, no exclamations, just deathly silence and silent shock.

"A piece of garbage that relies on the spirit of a god, which is equivalent to stealing other people's achievements and destroying the gods, really thinks that he is invincible. If you are an ordinary god in the realm of gods, I wonder how many people Tianji has killed in the secret realm..."

This sword did not leave any ripples, but when it cut off Bailishen's body, it even broke the space.

This sword contains the anger of three years, and Wentianji's self-blame for himself.
Chapter completed!