C892

First World War

The Lightning Dharma ended.

The figure of the Demon God slowly walked out from the dust. There was still not the slightest injury on his body. His movements were light and unhurried.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so strong."

Luo Chen clicked his tongue. Just now, his move was enough to destroy ninety percent of the demon beasts, but it had no effect on the demon god in front of him