As Sirius's true First Emperor, this man had a head full of long, silver hair that shone like silver threads. The strands were as stiff and bristling as wolf fur, making him look as though he carried a white wolf upon his back.
Under the illumination of white bone flames, his skin gleamed with a silver metallic luster. The fangs caught between his lips and the nails on his hands both radiated a grim chill, looking even sharper than the finest order divine weapons.
He sat firmly upon the bone throne, gazing ahead. His entire body seemed to meld into the blazing white flames, with two peerless beauties nestled in his arms, making his divine majesty appear even more boundless.
In terms of bearing, on some level, he was even more imposing than the Sun Emperor.
At that moment, one hand caressed a skull on the throne as he stared at the smiling Sun Emperor. He did not seem inclined to speak with the Sun Emperor, merely saying in an even tone, "Inform them to launch their attacks simultaneously in twenty breaths. Destroy the other side's Xinghai Divine Ship first. If he does not flee, use his skull to add another piece of material to our imperial throne."
"Yes!"
Twenty breaths passed swiftly.
No matter what the Sun Emperor danced about and said, no one on Sirius paid him any heed. There would be no negotiations.
"If he hadn't suddenly brought out this barrier, this so-called sun would already have fallen," Queen Yu said irritably.
"We would not have suffered such heavy casualties either," Queen Ying said coldly.
"Destroy them first, then go see what exactly is happening on Wushen's side. One Xinghai Divine Ship and one monster were enough to blow up Wushen?"
That was what truly made the