Chapter 912

• The moment Ye Fan's voice fell, Emperor Dog directly rushed towards the Holy Lord.
• On Emperor Dog's back, Ye Fan tightly gripped the sword at his waist, ready to strike.
• Seeing Emperor Dog and Ye Fan rushing over, the Holy Lord's eyes gradually turned cold, soon, he slightly raised his right hand, in an instant, the space in front of him rippled like waves, at the same time, powerful spatial forces continuously vibrated towards Emperor Dog and Ye Fan.