The two sides had been moving for a long time, and now they were well-matched. At this moment, in the West Lake, even if the heaven and the earth responded to each other, there would be no God helping them. The people of Xiao Shushen Mountain couldn't feel any fighting spirit in their eyes. But imagined that the purpose of the people of the Sacred Mountain was not the same as the people of the Immortal Mountain. Otherwise, the identity of a devil had already moved the war. Even if they fought against each other, the war had already begun.
Xiao Jie clenched his three-colored sword of light tightly. He stood up and stood side by side in the first row, glaring at the demon race in front of him. He wanted nothing more than to kill one of them. His killing desire broke through his rationality
