The Dragon God Palace had lost so many soldiers, and Feng Wuchen was completely enraged!
Rage had driven him mad! Rage had sent him into a rampage!
Who was Zhuge Liancheng, and who was Mo Ling'er? Feng Wuchen didn't care about them and had no intention of showing any past sentiment, he was set on killing them all!
"Die!"
Feng Wuchen roared, his boundless and chilling murderous aura swirling wildly.
The terrifying Wu Fire devoured and burned ruthlessly as it spread.
The desperate screams of over a dozen Tianji Realm powerhouses filled the sky above the Dragon God Palace.
The madness of the devouring, the madness of the burning—it was frightening to behold.
"Quick, save Mo Ling'er!" Leng Hun cried out in a panic-stricken roar.
"Young Hall Master! I want to save her, but it's too late!" Kun Yun said helplessly; if he hadn't reacted in time, he likely wouldn't have been able to pull even Leng Hun out.
"It's over..." Leng Hun was in total panic.