章節 1360: Sword Nine

The King of Saint Corpse under Corpse Emperor Tianming turned and made great strides. It ran forward, charging into the darkness.

Many dozen-meter-long footprints were left on the ground.

On the other hand, the Spiritual King Saint Ancestor transformed into a gust of eerie wind and flew back into the coffin. The coffin was a Ten Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon. It shone with black light and flew up, chasing after the King of Saint Corpse.

"It's not so easy to leave."

Zhang Ruochen stood inside the red sun Saint Look. Controlling the power of the blood-red giant, he smashed a thousand-meter-tall mountain with a loud boom.

Then he took a step out. Zhang Ruochen and the blood-red giant passed through the broken rock and chased forward. With another strike, he hit the black coffin.

Boom.