883 Dark Saint Assembly!

"Break apart! You damn lingering will!"

As the gold blood congealed, Yue Zhong's will roared out within his sea of consciousness. An immense force exploded forth, turning into a golden sword-like will that seemed capable of tearing apart the heavens and ripping space, slamming into the remaining will of the 9-Headed Dragonhawk.

Inside his will, there was a small-scale 9-Headed Dragonhawk roaring frantically, exuding a pressure within his sea of knowledge, "Die! Die! Die! Go to hell! Go to hell! Only death can bring you eternal peace!"

The sword that carried Yue Zhong's will sliced down on that Dragonhawk, and in that instant, a powerful and sacred will exploded forth, directly exterminating the beast.

When he killed off the 9-Headed Dragonhawk, Yue Zhong could feel that some seal in his body seemed to have cracked open, as though nothing could hold him back anymore.