C1890 Power of the holy light

Hearing that, Ling Yun's face instantly turned cold, a sinister cold killing intent flickered in his eyes. Golden light circulated in his eyes, as Tao Pattern flowed within them, like two small golden suns, he scanned his surroundings, and after a long while, he gently nodded.

The Demon Monarch frowned, confused. "What do you mean?" His voice was ice-cold and filled with a murderous intent