"Fire Qilin, you are already wounded. What do you have to fight me with?" The Corpse-Yin Sect ancestor sneered, holding the Imperial Artifact coffin suspended in his palm. It looked like he was hoisting the corpse of a demon from the lowest depths of hell, terrifying beyond compare.
"Die for this Saint!"
Roaring, the Fire Qilin unleashed a torrential wave of fire that pierced the clouds and swept across all directions.
Chapter 190