C1101 Intimidate the return of ten thousand ancestors (1/2)
The Heavenly Saints Clan was someone who couldn't escape death today. Xiao Yi, and the others, were even more dumbstruck when they saw Long Yan's body being blown away. What could tears represent? Grief, loneliness, pain?
Everything was too late, Long Yan still died in the hands of Wu Long in the end.
”Hahahaha!” A wild and complacent laugh rang out.
However, right after that, when all of their hopes turned to ashes and they had all died, an explosion sounded in the sky. A laughter even more savage than a black dragon.
”Hahahaha!”
Long Yan's body that had lost feeling of pain, actually had his clothes flapping wildly. The blood that he had lost was actually flowing backwards.
Not only that, a moment ago, his chest was miserably pierced, and he was currently healing at an astonishing speed. In less than two breaths, that flesh and blood returned to the injured state Long Yan was in.
”Dragon Reputation Spell!”
At the most critical moment, Long Yan used the ability to control time! It filled his body with power. That was power from the real second level of Earth Martial Spirit. Although it was only at the initial stage, it was enough to kill the dragon.
As the divine dragons gathered, a dazzling golden light shot out. An attack that could destroy the heavens and earth was sent towards the black dragon with a loud bang. It had even completely overturned everyone's heart, causing them to be unable to accept it.
”What?” Resurrection from the dead? ”
”Heavens, this boy, can't he be killed?”
”No, no, how is that possible?”
”It can't be that I'm seeing things, right? Just now, Wu Long's punch really did pierce through his body. That sandbag sized fist came out from his back. Could all of this be an illusion?”
Not only were the Martial Kings, Demon Kings and even Murong Chen stared at Long Yan with eyes wide open in disbelief.
Xiao Yi, the Sky Demon, Li He, Lan Ying, the elders, and countless warriors behind him were even more shocked to the point where they couldn't speak. It was as if someone was grabbing their necks and shaking them with all their might to let them understand the reality of the situation.
From start to finish, only Little Lion stood there alone, the calmest.
Of course, the most shocked person was none other than Black Dragon, because he was the person who was in contact with Long Yan the closest. Seeing that Long Yan not only miraculously came back to life, but his imposing manner was obviously even stronger than before.
”I, am I fighting against a divine spirit? If not for a divine spirit, how would he have the methods of a divine spirit? Not only is he alive, he is also at the second level of the Earth Martial Spirit. No, no, this is absolutely impossible.” At this moment, a wave of shock appeared on his face, which then turned into terror and absolute terror.
”Puchi!”
Long Yan, in his terror, unleashed his ninth strike of the Purple Thunder Divine Incantation. The first strike, Violent Spring Thunder Strike, pierced through his body.
The force of the punch exploded the clothes on his back from his chest.
If that was all, then so be it, no, if that was all, it would not be Long Yan's style.
Next, the second strike!
”Bam!”
”Third strike, fourth strike, fifth strike!”
When Long Yan grabbed his body with one hand, it was as if he was lifting a little chicken. With incomparable speed, he had continuously used all of his [Purple Thunder Nine Strikes] on his body, directly hitting his back.