Blood God

Yao Yun didn't even look at the bronze mirror. At this moment, he had long forgotten his order from the ancestor. He held his head and constantly roared in pain. The demonic shadow was more than 100 feet tall. It withdrew its gaze from the divine retribution lightning and coldly looked at Wang Lin.

"Ancient demon!" Wang Lin's eyes lit up.

The ancient demon's eyes revealed a demonic glow. Its body flickered and it grabbed Yao Yun, wanting to bring him outside the range of the divine retribution cloud.

Just at this moment, the divine retribution cloud released a heaven-shattering roar and four bolts of thunder descended. Two went directly toward Wang Lin and the remaining two went toward the ancient demon.

Wang Lin's expression was calm as the power of divine tributation had been split. He calmly moved his hand before him. White and black gas quickly formed the picture of yin and yang before him.