Kapitel 527: Rank Twelve Red Virtue Flame Lotus

The Nether River Patriarch stood upon the borderless blood sea, his blood robes flapping loudly despite the lack of a wind.

He looked down loftily at Jiang He as if he was an ant he could crush with his fingertips at any moment.

In fact, that was what he believed. 

Without the Chan Sect protecting him, he could kill Jiang He with a flick of his finger.

And yet, even before he could say more, he saw the numerous figures suddenly appearing beside Jiang He… their auras might not be much for the Nether River Patriarch, who was unmatched barred Saints, the problem was that… 

There were too many of them!

The Sura who was outside the Grand Luo battlefield only rushed to the scene after hearing the news, and by the time she arrived, both Jiang He and the Golden Armor General had already rushed inside with his legion, which was why she did not see the three hundred pseudo-Overdeities.