บท 1109: Immortal Culling Sword

The oppressive atmosphere spread silently. Everyone's hearts were extremely heavy. The area in front of almost all the cubes was dead silent.

An Tianzuo stood up and stared intently at the screen. An Sheng's nervous palms were covered in sweat.

"You have to come back alive." Ouyang Lan sat in front of the television with the remote control in her hand. Her body involuntarily trembled.

Boom!

Truth Listener's body was pressed onto the arena. The Door to Hell behind it shattered and vanished into thin air. The numerous evil spirits and ferocious beast phenomena also vanished.

Looking at Truth Listener struggling on stage, everyone's hearts turned cold. All their indignation and anger vanished.

Anger was useless, and no justice came from it, so what was the point of being angry?

As Truth Listener was suppressed to the ground, the phenomena of deities descended. Countless deities attacked Zhou Wen from all sides.