Chương 1147: he is the legendary senior!

the pale golden sunlight was like the stamen of a flower in spring, blooming in people's hearts.

the hysterical despair was gone. the dark clouds dispersed and were replaced by joy.

shanhai city ... was saved!

the three kings of holy beasts were like broken dolls, thrown on the ground, no one cared.

hundreds of thousands of red-eyed beasts charged forward, but they were unable to stop the attacks of the sword angel, fire qilin, and willow tree. in the end, they all disappeared.

at that time ... shanhai city would be completely surrounded by corpses!

if someone wanted to leave on foot, they would find no place to stay when they looked up!

in the air, there was the stench of blood, mud, and flames ... all of them mixed together. even wu jing, who was a saint venerable, felt uncomfortable.

he had participated in too many battles, but he had never imagined that it would be of this scale and level.