Not Going Home until Making It into the Celestial Gate
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The storm of divine arms rained down in a flurry. The speeds at which the countless weapons traveled were extreme.
The divine swords before Wang Yanbing thrust forward as well. The will of Bing tore through space, looking even more terrifying than true divine weapons.
That sharpness enabled all who were far away to sense the will of the divine arms.
Gu Dongliu remained standing where he was and looked down on the figure below. He did not move, and the celestial light of the Nine Symbols circled all around him. A dazzling celestial figure appeared behind him all of a sudden. He took one step forward, which caused huge Golden Rocs to shot forward howling. They flew while covered in divine golden light, and their wings shrouded the skies when spread, enveloping all of the divine arms into it.