Ling Han dashed toward the Great Emperor Jingtian.
This time, he didn't hold back anymore. As he threw a punch, a terrifying power surged, and his killing intent was already surging.
"Humph!" The Lords of Death naturally wouldn't sit by and watch. They all moved to intercept Ling Han.
"Scram!" Ling Han shouted lightly, his other hand throwing heavy punches. Peng, peng, peng! The Lords of Death instantly turned into straws, scattering madly in the galaxy.
With his present battle prowess that was infinitesimally close to the fourth tier, how could mere seventh tier Emperor Tier battle prowess match him?
One-on-one wasn't enough, and even if the 12 of them teamed up, it wouldn't be enough either.
The gap was really too wide.
Just like in the Primitive Abyss, the Great Emperors had joined forces, but could only detain the old Divine Beast, and were not qualified to stop him at all.
Wasn't there only a difference of two tiers as well?
