Sword of Misfortune

"Young Master, how are you?"

Among the Kunlun army, a golden-haired, blue-eyed girl helped Su Zimo up and asked in concern.

She was none other than Nian Qi.

"I am fine,"

Su Zimo took a deep breath of air and continued consuming elixirs. The Creation Lotus Platform was already nourishing his Essence Spirit in his consciousness and recovering his Dharmic powers.

"Take a rest here first. We'll head up and fight for a while!"

Extreme Fire said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, the Kunlun race has already submitted to Night Spirit. Although the God race is strong, the Kunlun army has ten million troops and will definitely be able to defend against the God race's attack!"

He was not wrong.

There was the saying that ants could bite an elephant to death. Under Night Spirit's lead, the Kunlun army that contained ten million troops almost formed a gigantic torrent that charged towards the remaining three Half-Martial Ancestor Dragon Riders.