Five fingers spread, a golden electric flood dragon burst forth from his arm, colliding head-on with the fiercely approaching black python.
"Devilbane Lightning!"
Upon witnessing this scene, Martial Ancestor Zenith Yin's heart shuddered, and he hastily tried to perform another spell, but it was already too late.
The golden dragon pounced on the black python, and a loud rumble echoed.
Under the flashing golden light, the body of the black python was enveloped by countless arcs of golden lightning, and it disintegrated in the blink of an eye.
The power of the Devilbane Lightning to counter the Devil wasn't a joke.
Martial Ancestor Zenith Yin's face showed anger, and he immediately slapped his storage pouch at his waist.
Suddenly, with a loud noise, a streak of blood-red light several feet long shot out from the pouch and in a flash, it hung above Han Li's head, transforming into a blood-red saber that slashed downward.
