The system has to be used even if it is pulled

In District 13, Jackie Chan and Sheriff Blake were worrying about finding Daolong's location. At this moment, the sound of an explosion reached their ears. All of a sudden, the alarm bells in the base rang, and countless soldiers equipped with weapons rushed to the scene.

By the time Jackie Chan and his men had fought off countless monsters and rushed over, Daolong and his three killer eagles had already arrived at the room where the statue of the Holy Lord was imprisoned.

"There you are, my wizard friend. Release me from this statue!"

Daolong chanted a spell, evil demonic energy was surging, and the rat talisman in his body slowly floated out and fell into the body of the Holy Lord.

"No!" Jackie Chan shouted loudly in the distance.

"Hahaha, I'm free!" The Holy Lord, who had returned to his original state, shouted happily.

"My dear demon friend, as a deal, I think you should give me more powerful power. Go and stop them."

The Holy Lord looked at Dao Long and smiled grimly: "With pleasure, my friend."

The Holy Lord and Daolong slowly floated up, their eyes emitting emerald green light, and countless energies were continuously drawn from Daolong's body.

"Ah! This is different from what we said! Holy Lord! We had an agreement!" Daolong, who had fallen to the ground with his energy exhausted, shouted unwillingly.

"Hahaha! I'm sorry, I am a noble dragon and a demon wizard. As everyone knows, I don't keep my promises!" The Holy Lord explained proudly.

"Very good, Mouse and Dragon, now tell me, Wizard, where are my other divine powers!" The Holy Lord asked, picking up the Dragon Sword.

"I think we should retreat. We can't defeat the Holy Lord like this. I'm going to find Dad. Blake, you hold on for a while, I'll let Dad come over." Jackie Chan kicked a little devil away and shouted at Blake.

"Go ahead, Jackie, I got it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sheriff Blake was knocked away. Flames continued to spew out of the Holy Lord's mouth. The base was filled with fire and countless people were fleeing for their lives.

"Jackie Chan, where are you running to? Give me your life, I will grind you into meat paste!" the Holy Lord roared.

Jackie Chan didn't listen to the Holy Lord's shouts at all. He kept dodging and soon disappeared in the smoke.

"Hmph! Let you live a little longer, Jackie Chan. Wizard, it's time to get my other abilities back." The Holy Lord picked up Daolong and disappeared in the base.

.......

In Daolong's castle, as the Holy Lord carried Daolong into the hall, the originally dark hall suddenly lit up.

"Long time no see, Holy Lord. I wonder how you are doing!" Zhao Yuanlang said frivolously while sitting on the throne belonging to Daolong, crossing his legs.

"It's you! Valon."

Daolong looked at the Holy Lord in confusion, because he felt that the Holy Lord lacked some momentum, which was rare, because the Holy Lord was one of the eight demons, and there should be nothing that scared him.

Countless ninja soldiers from the Black Shadow Corps appeared in the hall and surrounded the Holy Lord tightly.

"It's you. You can really control my servants." The Holy Lord shouted angrily.

"Yes, it was indeed me. So what? To be honest, you shouldn't have come out. This is my world." Zhao Yuanlang slowly stood up with the help of his cane. The energy in his body was surging, and the whole hall was filled with strong winds.

The Holy Lord was a little timid because he felt that Zhao Yuanlang was stronger than him, even stronger than before, and it was hard to imagine that this was a human being.

"Don't think about running away. I'll show you something."

As Zhao Yuanlang clapped his hands, a ninja soldier slowly appeared from behind the throne and opened the treasure box in his hand.

"My talisman! It's you, Valon! What on earth do you want to do!" the Holy Lord asked angrily.

Zhao Yuanlang didn't say anything, just waved his hand, and his ninja soldiers swarmed towards the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord is indeed powerful. The countless weapons of the ninja soldiers hit him but could not harm him at all. It is hard to believe that this is the strength of the Holy Lord with limited abilities.

As the Holy Lord roared to the sky, countless flames blew away the ninja soldiers and the entire hall was ablaze with flames.

"Give me back my talisman!"

The Holy Lord launched an angry attack at Zhao Yuanlang. The strong wind made the fire in the hall even more intense, and the smoke covered the entire castle.

But surprisingly, Daolong's palace was collapsing, and a huge and ferocious hand grabbed the charging Holy Lord and pressed him to the ground.

Daolong's pupils shrank a few times at the door. He felt that it might not be wise for him to stay here, so he decided to slip away quietly.

"Don't even think about running away, or I will grind you to dust and then torture your soul, Daolong."

A loud noise came from behind Daolong, and the wheezing breath almost made Daolong fall down.

Oh my God! What kind of monster is this? Daolong slowly turned around and saw the shocking side.

Countless strong winds were raging, huge energies were gathering, the marble bricks on the hall were shattered, and green demonic energy was everywhere. A huge demon slowly stood up, at least 40 meters tall, and his castle was completely crushed into a pile of debris, which was scattered everywhere.

The Holy Lord was held in the hand of the demon, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, and he could not move. The two sharp horns of the demon were like heavy battering rams in ancient times.

"Kneel down! Be my slave, or you will be like that mountain."

Daolong watched helplessly as the snow-capped mountain in the distance was shattered into pieces by the great devil's slight wave of his hand, and then he fell to his knees tremblingly.

"Go and create my own cult, let them know how powerful the Dark Lord is, and let them believe in me!"

"Yes! My master." Daolong lowered his body even more.

Under Zhao Yuanlang's control, countless evil spirits were madly poured into Daolong's body. Daolong slowly floated up, struggling in pain. When the evil spirit disappeared, Daolong fell to the ground. His entire skin turned blue, and his eyes flashed with evil green light.

"Powerful power, thank you my master! I am willing to offer you my highest loyalty." Daolong knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

Zhao Yuanlang ignored him and manipulated the remaining talismans to fall into the body of the Holy Lord one by one. The Holy Lord began to struggle, and after Zhao Yuanlang punched him in the head with his other hand, the Holy Lord's struggle weakened.

Zhao Yuanlang had a strange idea. He still had two pet rings in his hand. He wondered if it would work if he put them on the Holy Lord. After all, the Holy Lord was a dragon after all.

Action speaks louder than words. Zhao Yuanlang decisively took out a pet ring from his storage space and put it on the struggling Saint.

"Ah! What is this! Ah!" The Holy Lord screamed miserably. His body turned into a dragon, then into a human body with a dragon head, and then into a statue. Finally, the Holy Lord calmed down.

When the Holy Lord put on the pet ring, Zhao Yuanlang could clearly feel his control over the Holy Lord. Countless information flooded into the Holy Lord's mind, letting the Holy Lord know what kind of existence he was.

Zhao Yuanlang threw it to the ground. The Holy Lord slowly stood up and knelt on the ground respectfully: "Meet the Master. I am very happy to be your servant."

Daolong was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out of his head. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Great Master, the Holy Lord cannot be trusted. He is a liar and a fraud."

"It's alright. He has no power to resist me and can't escape from my grasp. Go and fulfill your mission. Don't waste time. If you fail me, I will make you suffer eternal torture."

"Yes, my master."