Thump, thump!
"..."
Thump, thump!
The drumbeat grew louder with every beat!
Clearly, it was a heartbeat, yet it sounded like war drums pounding!
"What is this?" The spectators nearby were horrified.
For some reason, within those resounding heartbeats, the people around them seemed to hear emotion!
"This is... intense unwillingness, regret, and anger!" Li Tianming narrowed his eyes slightly and said as he watched that figure.
He had heard it perfectly clearly!
Hun Qing had clearly seemed to have given up, even his head hanging down.
His enormous ash-gray Ghostgod Body had long since been soaked in blood.
Yet at that moment, the dark-red blood on his body began to change, seeming to turn into streaks of starry mist that rose from him.
He clearly looked gravely wounded and incomparably miserable, yet everyone could sense that something was changing within him.
Wan Jianyuan's gaze abruptly turned cold, and she raised her sword to stab at his head.
However...
Crack!
A massive hand covered in bone spikes and scales firmly gripped the Youyuan Sword.
"You!" Wan Jianyuan's expression changed.
She tugged hard on the Youyuan Sword in her hand, only to discover that she could not budge it at all.
Wan Jianyuan then swept out her other hand.
Clang, clang!
A total of ten thousand Astral Realm Divine Swords converged like a galaxy and poured down from above Hun Qing's head!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The bloody mist around Hun Qing's body seemed to condense into an invisible barrier, blocking every Astral Realm Divine Sword in midair!
"Putting on airs and playing tricks!" Wan Jianyuan cursed inwardly.
In truth, she was already beginning to panic, because her methods seemed to have lost all effect on Hun Qing!
"Wan Jianyuan, tell me, are the strong truly always strong in this world?" Hun