The descendants of the sages

"Yu family's surviving members, die!"

Every peach blossom in the peach forest was rustling and rustling, and a cold and stern female voice was emitted in unison. The rolling syllables converged into a terrifying killing intent, ringing directly in Yu Ling's divine sea, as if it would silently shatter Yu Ling's divine soul in the next quarter of an hour.

Clang! Clang!

A nine-colored godly Bell that seemed both real and illusionary was formed in Yu Ling's godly ocean. It let out a soul-suppressing sound, which destroyed the demonic sound in the godly ocean and restored its clarity instantly.

The feather Spirit's cold eyes glanced at the peach forest in front of her, with runes of disasters flowing in them.

In the next quarter of an hour, the peach forest suddenly burst into a strange flame. The aura of slaughter and destruction surged, and the energy in the entire peach forest was completely chaotic, shrouded in endless disasters.