an Gong, the frenzy of bloodline power indeed weakened somewhat. At the same time, Tang Wulin felt a coolness from the Holy Artisan badge flowing into his soul world, stabilizing his mind. 。A terrifyi...Most importantly, the Abyssal army is nearly inexhaustible. After death, they return to the Abyssal plane, and lower-level Abyssal creatures regenerate incredibly fast. It won't be long before they can rejoin the battlefield again. 。And on the human side, the death of a person is truly permanent. 。Continuing like this, there's still no chance. 。Tang Wulin and Gu Yue now have no time at all to spare. 。The two dragon spears surrounding them were suppressed by the power of Heaven's Sacred Rift, unable to fly out and devour the abyssal energy. 。Although the Abyssal Lord couldn't kill them immediately, they were also unable to devour the abyssal energy again. 。The Abyssal Saint Lord wouldn't give them such an opportunity at all. 。"Boom—" On the defense line, a breach was finally broken through. 。Here, the defensive Soul Conduit shattered suddenly, and hordes of abyssal creatures were about to pour out from the exit. 。Just then, a silver glow descended from the sky, spreading out instantly. On the ground, patches of silver light spread, covering the gap that was over a hundred meters wide. 。The abyssal creatures that had surged here were suddenly unable to move any further. 。completely confined thererce. In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a spear, flashing like lightning, charging straight at the Windblade Demon, Sima Jinchi. 。Sima Jinchi roared, his body glowing with the light of s...