"I am the ancestor of the Origin God Clan. You think you can hinder me?"
"Remember my name, Beiming Mietian!"
The voice of the ancestor of the Origin God Clan echoed from a black hole, full of dominance and murderous intent, vowing to slaughter all beings of the Netherworld.
Bang!
Yang Jian was also struck and fell, crashing through many Netherworld divine soldiers along the way, causing some creatures to meet a tragic fate.
The fall of the Yin-Yang Origin Emperor meant the loss of Yin-Yang power, and once these Netherworld divine soldiers had their souls scattered, they could no longer congregate and revive.
At this moment, Sun Wukong swiftly dashed from below the dark fog, grabbing Yang Jian with one hand and pulling him up.
The two exchanged a glance, with everything understood without words.
"Together!"
Sun Wukong wielded the Chaos Vajra Rod, the special attributes of the Supreme Heaven Great Sage erupting, his momentum becoming stronger.