The wounds of the God of Death healed quickly, and his eyes were extremely cold as he swept across the Rāhu demon clan, like a cold air sweeping through deep winter.

"kill!"

The killing intent of the God and Demon Guards boiled over again.

…

Yinglong, covered in dragon-scale armor, looked incredibly heroic. At this moment, she displayed her peak fighting prowess, holding her own against Luo.

"Your demon clan is finished!" Yinglong sensed the situation on the battlefield below and sneered.

"As long as I am still here, the demon clan will still be here."

Luo also sensed that the great demon was about to die, and his face looked extremely bad.

"You really think highly of yourself, a waste who has been eliminated by the times and enslaved by your opponents." Yinglong said sarcastically.

Luo's face quickly turned gloomy.

Yinglong's words were extremely harsh, but they were the truth.

He lost the battle for the position of the First Sage. When he returned, he was defeated by the Human Emperor and Nuwa, and was enslaved by the Dao Ancestor.

"It's useless to show off your eloquence." Luo stared at Yinglong and snorted coldly.

The aura of the two people suddenly surged, causing the surrounding space to rage. In the heaven where they were, the clouds turned into nothingness and the sky was pierced.

The dragon's might collided with the devil's will, and the two sides confronted each other, splitting the sky into two parts. The raging gale isolated the spiritual consciousness of all living beings, leaving only the laws in turmoil.

When saints fight, it is about the order of laws; it is a battle of great principles.

boom!

When Tianqiong was shattered, the two figures separated and were thousands of miles apart.

The laws around the two of them were in chaos.

"You are so weak, no wonder you are enslaved."

Yinglong's cold and sneering voice constantly impacted Luo's Dao heart.

"Since you keep saying that you are being enslaved, I will let you experience the feeling of being enslaved." Luo's eyes showed cold madness, and his palm covered his eyebrows.

A mark of destiny appeared in the palm of his hand, with a Taoist aura that was inconsistent with Luo's temperament.

The sense of fate emanating from the mark of destiny gave Yinglong an ominous premonition.

"What kind of Tao is this?" Yinglong frowned and said, "This is not your law."

"You are right. This is not my law, but the law of Daozu. I want you to enjoy the feeling of being enslaved by Daozu."

Luo laughed wildly.

His figure suddenly disappeared.