"King Qingshan!"
Zhou Yang trembled as he shouted this name; everyone present widened their eyes, finding more and more similarities with the statue, giving rise to a glimmer of hope in their hearts.
The protector deity of this land should inherently possess more strength than that evil spirit, right?
"Heh heh heh!"
Seeing this, the boy ground his white, sharp teeth and let out a ghastly laugh, "And what creature are you supposed to be?"
"I am ordained by the gods to protect the people of Li City, you devilish spirit should surrender without resistance!"
King Qingshan roared furiously, his spear trembling, stirring up a dense mass of Yin energy, and with a swishing sound thrust it forward. The boy's body suddenly withered, resembling a rigid skeleton; his mouth opened, whoosh!
