"Kill!"
Feng Lie's Dragon Claw struck out, an endless torrent of Demon Origin aura viciously suppressing toward Ye Chen.
This strike, fused with the Heavenly Might of the sacrificed Source Weapon, was simply inconceivably powerful.
Ye Chen's pupils tightened. He was certain that if he took this blow head-on, he would die without a doubt; even the Ancestor of Dao Seal would be annihilated, with not the slightest chance of survival.
This was the oppressive might of sacrificing a Source Weapon, practically irresistible.
"Who dares harm my master!"
Just as Ye Chen was about to be killed, at that very instant, a heaven-shaking roar suddenly erupted.
At the mountaintop, the altar exploded.
The blood dragon's body tore through the air in a violent rush.
