Beneath the heavens, a wound split open across the purple full moon, and blinding blood-colored power streamed from within.
Like flowing blood.
The lofty, towering Purple Moon Mountain was cleaved in two down the middle. Its body tilted, rocks raining down like a collapsing skyscraper.
Smoke and dust filled heaven and earth, while an aura of destruction ravaged everything like a tide.
The Yellow Ape Ghost God was grievously wounded. He had retreated far away, gasping for breath, his face written all over with terror and unease.
Yet throughout heaven and earth, that terrifying, supreme Sword Might still lingered!
When Ye Chunqiu came to his senses, he saw Su Yi's tall, erect figure standing there. Every inch of his skin was cracked and bleeding, dyeing his green robe red.
The aura around him had already fallen into complete disorder!
And in his palm, that mysterious illusory Dao sword showed faint signs of collapsing.
All at once, Ye Chunqiu felt an inexplicable pang in his heart. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Old Wang, are you all right?"
"Just a few injuries. They are nothing worth mentioning."
Su Yi answered without turning his head.
Back on the Epoch Battlefield, he had been pursued by the Willpower Dharma Bodies of numerous Godlords. Along the way, he had endured countless life-and-death calamities, suffering injuries so grave they could scarcely be any worse.
Even his Dao body and divine soul had nearly been blasted apart!
Compared to that, this battle might have been dangerous and humiliating, but it could not possibly compare to his circumstances on the Epoch Battlefield.
"Thank you for intervening, Your Excellency, and helping shatter the cursed shackles upon me!"
Suddenly, a smiling voice rang out between heaven and earth.
A woman's figure abruptly rushed out from the shattered Blood-colored Altar.