Boom!
The moment the Ancient Poison Flame appeared, it caused the surrounding void to become distorted, accompanied by the majestic atmosphere of divine wrath, rushing towards the Celestial Hatred Demon Monarch.
The Celestial Hatred Demon Monarch only felt his Nascent Soul firmly locked by a tribulation of the Great Dao, unexpectedly unable to evade.
Moreover, he sensed some great horror on this tri-colored flame, a feeling that touching it would mean certain death.
As a prominent figure who had immersed himself in the demonic path for thousands of years, the Celestial Hatred Demon Monarch naturally wouldn't just sit and wait for death.
"I refuse to believe that your Poison Flame can break my Six Extremes True Demon Technique!"
The Celestial Hatred Demon Monarch withdrew the Soul Weeping Tower back into his body, chanting sacredly, with a determined look emerging behind his mask.
Spit!
