The Devil Mountain was in chaos. Qin Wentian brandished his ancient halberd and continued his way to the peak. There were countless devil experts standing on the pathway, yet no one could obstruct him.
The ancient halberd in his hand gleamed with a black light formed of his astral energy, with the destruction attribute. Everytime he swung out, it was augmented by his God's Hand, granting him immense strength. So what even if the elites of the Devil Mountain were standing before him? None could block him.
Yulong Shengtu had an unsightly expression. The dark dragon he sat on roared fiercely, as he stared helplessly at Qin Wentian killing his way up.