"Martial Supreme, exterminate!"
Mutou's deep roar echoed through the space, as eighteen weapons transformed into eighteen shooting stars, swiftly piercing through heaven and earth.
The fierce aura swept up like a flood, forcibly tearing apart countless fierce ghosts.
But the quantity of fierce ghosts was simply too great, covering the sky and the earth, truly unending.
Seeing this scene, everyone present gasped.
"As long as Hell's Gate remains open, even if Master of Genius possesses great skills, he can hardly escape death."
"That's not all—Wang Hao is watching closely from the sidelines. Master of Genius is bound to fall today."
"This is truly self-inflicted. None can live through this!"
"Who would have thought the Master of Genius would turn out this way."
"I'm wondering if the Chaos Sky God would seek revenge on Wang Hao if Wang kills the Master of Genius!"
"Do you think Wang Hao is easy to provoke?"
"Nonsense, who dares to provoke such monsters!"
