บท 1007: Was This Still a Perfected Lord?

Boom.

The 33 flaming halos behind Lin Feng seemed to explode all of a sudden.

He clenched his fists and smashed down hard like a huge hammer.

The 33 Chaotic spirit flames transformed into huge hammers that filled the sky, and smashed into the frozen void.

Crunch.

The frozen void broke bit by bit, like shattered ice. In reality, it was not the only thing that shattered. The confidence and pride in Perfected Deity Fortune's heart had also been shattered.

He was a dignified god of war, an invincible Perfected Deity. Yet when he used his divine ability, it was broken by a mere Chaotic Perfected Lord. He immediately felt that he had lost all his face. Moreover, it was not as simple as losing all his face. The halo formed by the 33 Chaotic spirit flames tore through everything with irresistible force, and smashed towards Perfected Deity Fortune.

Even the Perfected Deities were shocked by that might.