Battle of the Saints

Thousands upon thousands of skull prints appeared on the surface of the brass coffin. They spread in all directions, forming an eerie hellish sight.

Because their cultivations were too far from each other, Zhang Ruochen's Holy Qi couldn't move at all under the other's saintly might. Naturally, he couldn't use Spatial Move to escape either. He could only use his strong body to fend off the might of the Ancient Necromancer Race's Saint.

Yin Xuanji stood beside the brass coffin and sneered. "Zhang Ruochen, kneel before Saint Kongtong of the Ancient Necromancer Race?"

Clenching his jaw, Zhang Ruochen glared at him coldly.

Yin Xuanji had wanted to take care of Zhang Ruochen long ago. Thus, he wouldn't give up on this chance. Taking a step forward, he was about to walk over, but he saw an extremely beautiful woman appear before Zhang Ruochen.

Powerful saintly might also burst from her, forcing Yin Xuanji back. He couldn't take another step.