Demons stood frozen like statues.
Chen Mo landed, sheathing his sword.
Crack—
The huge body, five zhang tall, slowly split from the middle, collapsing like a mountain, and thundered down towards the ground.
In an instant, sand flew, stones raced, dust covered the sun, and blood flowed like a river, turning into a blood rain that fell from the sky. The white mist in the air was stained with blood, looking like a scene straight out of Shura Hell!
"This can't be possible..."
Jue Ling had not yet taken his last breath, lying on the ground, half of his face in a daze.
He was just one step away from fully merging with the flesh and being reborn... And once again, it was Chen Mo, this detestable man!
He regained his wits, eyes fixed dead on Chen Mo, filled with resentment and hatred.
"The master is already aware of your existence, Empress You Ji will take action personally... Just you wait, you won't meet a good end!"
"Before that, let's send you on your way."
