"Yang!" Wu's entire body blazed with light, True King runes boiling as the decayed universe before him shattered. He sensed it—his companion had died a sudden death in an instant.
With a clang, Xu's blurred figure also flowed with a world-destroying spectacle. His danger index soared as he stared fixedly ahead.
Wang Xuan's palpitating heart trembled. This was far beyond his expectations. Though he had only just crossed his tribulation into the True King realm, he had been confident of taking down this Sick King. Yet he had never imagined that Yang would meet his end this way, his life cut short.
That had been a True King. His death had come far too abruptly.
What exactly had Yang seen? Before dying, he had actually let out a shrill scream, stared inside his own body, and driven his bloody right hand into the deepest part of his flesh.
The situation was exceedingly bizarre and terrifying. He had suddenly turned his hand against himself, striking without mercy or hesitation.
Yang's body was in tatters, white bones exposed. Most of it had been caused by Wang Xuan's attacks, and even part of his forehead bone had shattered.
Inside his skull, his Primordial Spirit was gone, completely burned to ashes and extinguished forever. Ordinarily, a True King was difficult to destroy; even using special methods, one had to kill one repeatedly.
Wu said gravely, "Some of the legends are true. If we fail to 'heal our wounds' and can no longer suppress the Natural Disaster Phenomenon, then we may very well end up like this."
"Could a king of reincarnation truly appear?" Xu frowned. He had assumed that the opponent holding the cauldron ahead was also an old-established True King, so he transmitted his message openly without concealing it.
Wang Xuan was deeply