The one-hundredth sword strike didn't slash down as anticipated.
The fiendcelestial's celestial swords had suddenly quit working.
After all, even supreme beings would be exhausted after launching such powerful attacks one hundred times in succession. Besides, this black mist person was most likely formed from the mere remnant energy of the Ancient Heavenly Fiendcelestial.
An Lin's eyes lit up with fervor. After waiting for such a long time, their chance had finally come!
"Hold this brick for me!"
An Lin tossed his black brick toward Lan Xiaoni and charged toward the Ancient Heavenly Fiendcelestial.
The Ancient Heavenly Fiendcelestial puffed its chest out and emitted a soaring aura.
Its voice boomed like thunder as it asked, "Do you prefer life, or do you prefer death?"