The prison of flames began to close in.
All the Heaven Demons looked livid. They did not dare to actually touch these flames. Though the seals of great dao throbbing on them were badly damaged, their qualitative level overwhelmed the Genesis Tier an unknown number of times. They definitely could not be touched.
But the prison was closing in, and if they did not think of something, the flames would eventually burn them, and turn them into ashes.
"Kill this brat!"
"At least we have to force him into the Celestial Tool, and then the attack will vanish without being dispelled."
"Attack will always be the best defense!"
The Heaven Demons all looked towards Ling Han, seething with killing intent.
Ling Han stood proudly, the two swords lowered at either side of him, exuding a frightening killing intent. "If you're complaining about not dying fast enough, you can come over, and I will personally send you all on your way!"
"Savage!"