Beneath the Illusory Dream Cloud Sky, Chen Ping'an was wreathed in flame all over, his body dark gold, a pair of Golden Fire Wings behind him spreading as if to blot out the heavens.
Each beat of those wings stirred up scorching astral winds, golden flames swaying.
"It's over."
Chen Ping'an's expression was calm as he sensed the White Bone Great Cultivator's aura scatter and perish between heaven and earth.
A Great Cultivator's aura was difficult to fathom, but at such close range, after repeated verification, he could be certain: the White Bone Great Cultivator had already fallen.
His spiritual altar had shattered, his divine soul had perished. With wounds like these, Even if he was a Great Cultivator, there was no art that could turn back heaven.
The other man's shock and madness before his death still seemed vivid before his eyes, yet in the blink of an eye, he had already become a passerby, dead and gone.
With a wary glance at the Illusory Dream Cloud Light, Chen Ping'an slowly raised his hand. The golden flames, like liquid gold, flowed and gradually withdrew; in the void behind him, that pair of Golden Fire Wings Melted Away into the air like fire.
The consumption of the Golden Fire Wings was too terrifying. Driven through Bloodline Divinity, what they consumed was purely his qi and blood; even he found it rather strenuous.
Now that the great battle had settled and the White Bone Great Cultivator was dead, there was naturally no need for him to maintain them.
"Are you all right?"
The Heavenly Luo Saintess appeared at Chen Ping'an's side.
Her purple eyes held stars, her bearing ethereal.
"I'm fine."
Hearing the concern hidden in the Heavenly Luo Saintess's voice, Chen Ping'an looked back at her and shook his head.