章 1982: 1982, the final trump card of the Lingxiao Holy Church

“How is it?”

The holy church was located in a mountain range in the west. At this moment, there were nine figures sitting inside the holy church.

Yuan Kui, who was in the center, looked at the black-robed middle-aged man and asked with a frown.

“As expected, before we have the power to fight against the Dragon King, all the gods will not join us!”

“The Dragon King’s force is too strong!”

The black-robed middle-aged man shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Right now, the people of the Lingxiao treasured palace and the sacred hall were cowering in the Sacred Hall and didn’t dare to go out. They were afraid that the Dragon King would lead his subordinates to attack them.

“In the boundless star field, even if an expert who has ignited eight or nine wisps of divine fire arrives here, it will take at least two years. This time is too long. Right now, we only have one way!”

Luke Owen sat beside Yuan Kui and said with a gloomy face.