The seven holy masters of the Black Crow clan were directly crushed into powder by a powerful force, and majestic source quality poured into Ning Qi's body, and Ning Qi felt that his cultivation base had increased again.

Ning Qi's eyes lit up slightly. It was much easier than he imagined. It seemed that as long as he killed dozens of Holy Masters, he could almost be promoted to the Primordial God.

The headed Holy Lord of the Black Crow Clan looked at Ning Qi dumbfounded.