章 1135: Three Seats, Who Shall Have the Last?

At this moment, the Golden Roc Grand Sage’s body turned completely purple. The power became increasingly ferocious and violent!

As the purple light flashed, a powerful energy burst forth. Regardless whether it was in terms of the power of his demon soul or physical strength, it could rival that of a Vipralopa Stage demon.

Looking at the situation, Lin Feng’s eyes shone. "Such strength, the fame of the Golden Roc is well-deserved."

"The Great Thunderclap Temple’s Garuda Windsurfing Technique and Supreme Great Roc Fist may be derived from your kind. However, compared to a real Golden Feathered Great Roc, it was still weaker. In terms of explosive potential, they are still inferior."

While he appeared to be complimenting him, the Golden Roc Grand Sage’s face suddenly changed.

Under the black hole, the ruins of the Great Thunderclap Temple were not a good place for Golden Rocs.