The Purple Cloud Mirror And Great White Painting Brush, Two Dharma treasures!
Editor: Henyee Translations
Boom!
The lightning bolt didn't hit the mudslide, but the thousand-year-old lich's head.
All the demons were completely terrified.
Who knew that Wang Wanqing would not play according to the plan?
The thousand-year-old lich couldn't use sorcery now at all, because he had just released it, so it was impossible for him to release sorcery immediately.
Even if it was a bullet, it couldn't be tens of millions of bullets a second, right?
Moreover, to cast sorcery, one needed to circulate the demonic qi in their bodies as a medium and use the demon core in their bodies as an engine.
It was even more impossible for the thousand-year-old lich to dodge. How could he be faster than lightning?
But what about Wang Wanqing?
She couldn't resist the mudslide, either.
After all, she could not release two different spells at the same time.
If that was the case, wouldn't they die together?
Crack!