章 627: Massacre Of The Underworld (3)

"NO! We can't defend it. We have no resistance against it!"

Fear and despair!

"Argh, it's the boiling water. How can it hit such a daunting temperature?"

The world seemed to have come to an end when the surrounding crowd heard the shrieks from the four elders.

Their end had arrived.

Sensing their bodies being boiled over by the seething water, they knew that the Dragon King was turning this place into a living hell.

They would be tortured to death.

"No, I don't want to die. Dragon King, it's my fault. But it's all because of Donghua Sacred Sect and Devil Corpse Palace! They were the ones!"

Fear crawled upon the faces of several Martial Artists as they tried to struggle out but their efforts were in vain.

Argh!

Nie Wushuang let out a bellow as he exuded domineering golden radiance.

Yet, the golden radiance was unable to get him out of the water region.

The same went for Emperor Qi.