Boom!
Within the Ancient Demonic Realm Map, killing intent surged like a tide, while thunder rolled and churned.
More than a dozen terrifying creatures joined forces to attack, their ferocious might reaching the heavens. Every one of them had been a World King Realm existence in life.
Beyond that, all manner of inconceivable phenomena emerged, transforming into thunderbolts, divine flames, hurricanes, frost...
The scene of turbulent destruction was like gods and devils marching to war. Merely watching from afar was enough to make one suffocate in despair.
Anyone could tell that once that Miss from Heart-Painting Studio made her move, the power of the Ancient Demonic Realm Map had become completely different, reaching an unimaginably terrifying level!
"Master, rest assured and be on your way. On this day every year, your disciple will surely burn incense for you, pay respects at your grave, and mourn you."
Bi Mo murmured.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, Su Yi seemed utterly unconcerned in the face of such a monstrous killing tribulation.
He dusted off his robes, raised his head to glance deep into the heavens, and then swung his sword.
Clang!
Three-Inch Heavenly Heart released a vast, desolate sword cry that reverberated across the surroundings.
From Su Yi's tall, severely injured figure, an indescribably terrifying aura suddenly surged skyward.
Like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, it rose higher and higher!
"Hm?"
The Miss from Heart-Painting Studio sensed that something was wrong. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. What was going on?
Su Xuanjun was clearly grievously wounded and on the verge of death, so why had his aura suddenly become stronger?
And...
It was still growing stronger!
As if realizing something, the Miss from Heart-Painting Studio abruptly raised her head and looked deep into the firmament. A trace of astonishment could not help appearing