"Long Yan, tomorrow will be the anniversary of your death!"
Tang Qi's cold and solemn gaze fell on Long Yan, his imposing aura rising, and his black robe rustling.
"It's not certain who will die yet. For every member of the Burial Sky Church that I meet, I'll kill one."
Long Yan's expression also turned cold, and beneath his purple battle armor, his aura swirled.
Now, it was time to tell Wu Dao bit by bit that Sin Heaven was back.
In the air, the two people were less than ten feet apart, their aura rising.
Tang Qi was obviously just promoted to the Great Dao Realm, but his momentum was comparable to the mid-stage of the Great Dao Realm, and there was the Emperor's Might in his aura.
"Such a strong demonic Qi, it seems the Emperor's Arm you have fused with is from the Demon Clan."
Long Yan's gaze fell on Tang Qi's right arm, sensing a strong demonic Qi from the arm. The aura was incredibly dark and cold.