"Divinity Transformation cultivator!"
Mo Qingyan and the others revealed a strand of determination to die in their eyes.
They knew, at this moment, there was no chance for them to turn things around.
Only death awaited them, and falling into the hands of the Evil God would be worse than death.
"You have quite remarkable strength, let me place a Slave Seal on you and I will spare your lives,"
Saxton said, hands behind his back, his eyes shining fiercely with cruelty.
Even Cai Yaofeng and the others assumed a superior air.
Aligning with the Venerable early on was what they considered their most astute decision.
"Evil demon, don't even think about it!"
Mo Qingyan snorted coldly, her face full of disdain.
She had long been prepared to go down fighting, taking her enemies with her.
Seeing that Lu Li had not yet returned, her heart couldn't help but feel a hint of loss.
After hundreds of years apart, it seemed they might not even see each other one last time.
