A 'Zhurong' capable of threatening and injuring him, plus a Desolate God harboring clear hostility toward him.
How was he supposed to fight such a combination?
He had better make a run for it.
Once Hong Moluo made up his mind, he immediately darted toward the Jianmu trunk. Then, using both hands and feet, he rapidly climbed toward the summit along the nearly vertical trunk.
Seeing Hong Moluo try to escape, Bai? within the 'Smiling Face Mask' reflected another figure in his silver left eye.
"Stop him, Dragon Fight Hundred Kills!"
Boom!
In front of Hong Moluo, a mass of orange-yellow flames suddenly erupted. Yet the flames quickly changed color, shifting from orange-yellow to pale yellow before finally turning white.
Within the white flames, a figure walked out. It was a headless figure clad in armor and wielding a Broken Sword.
After stepping out of the white flames, the figure casually plucked a head from one of its armor spikes and pressed it onto its neck.
White flames rose, enveloping the head.
Within the flames, the head rapidly changed, first becoming the dignified face of a middle-aged man.
Then a black mask appeared, covering half his face. The mask concealed everything below the nose, and a mysterious ancient character was inscribed on it in white.
Hong Moluo recognized it as a character from the language of their Heavenly Ghosts. It was the character for "kill"!
At once, he seemed to remember something, and his pupils contracted.
At that moment, the figure rapidly transformed. The armor spikes quickly retracted into the armor, while the originally battered armor swiftly repaired itself, becoming as good as new.
The armor gradually darkened, ultimately turning into a suit of black armor.
Whoosh.
A bright-red cape unfurled behind the figure, billowing in the wind.
The Broken