C1265 Lord of the Demonfire

This was the last resort of the Demon Fiendish Saint. Even the Black-Silver Needle had failed. The Demon Fiendish Saint's face turned ugly, but he was also terrified.

This meant that he was already at the end of his tether.

"That was close!" Han Feng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, but his eyes were still glowing as he stared at the Black-Silver Needle in the sky