Bab 683: Ancestral Devil Sacred Spirit

The crimson light formed by the Demonic Spiritual Treasure did not have any attack power, but it was extraordinarily powerful. It pushed Mo Wen back by more than a thousand meters before he managed to stabilize himself.

A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes. If the power had been used to attack him, he most likely would have been severely injured or knocked unconscious. He could even have been killed instantly. 

Howl!

The snake type Beast King let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth. Its body that was frozen in the magma frenziedly shook, turning the frozen dark brown substance to dust. A gale of emotion was released by the snake type Beast King. It seemed that it wanted to drill a hole in the sky before it.

Howl! Howl!

The snake type Beast King's eyes were crimson. Its frenzied actions made it clear that it was as annoyed as it possibly could be. Blood was pouring out of the five finger holes clearly visible on its head.