Within the Flame Domain, blue-black streams of energy whined like wounded beasts, intertwining with Lord Yan Yang's ragged breaths in an air thick with the despair of impending death.
Big Fat Taoist leaned on half a broken Horsehair Whip. Each time it struck the ground, it left behind a charred palm print.
The Emperor Burial Coffin Fragment in his palm was as dim as an ordinary black stone. Fresh cracks spread across it like savage wounds, constantly seeping thin black blood—the sign that the supreme treasure's source was about to be exhausted.
"Damn it, did these old bastards crawl out of their coffins?"
He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs and stared at the depths of the forbidden zone, where dark figures continued to pour forth. His eyes were bloodshot. "If this keeps up, I'm afraid I'll have to use my own coffin lid as their chopping board!"
The Nine Palaces Formation of the Nine Great Lords of Heaven was now like a candle flickering in the wind.
The Great Lord of Heaven sat cross-legged, her face so pale it was nearly transparent. Of the nine divine platforms supporting the Nine Heavens Star River Grand Formation, three had already shattered. The rest remained standing only through the energy of their respective Heavenly Lords.
The phantom stars in the star river were vanishing in clusters. Every star that disappeared sent a stabbing pain through her chest.
She looked toward Wang Xian's battlefield. It had long since been engulfed by a storm woven from Blood-colored Law and Chaos Energy. The dragon roar of the Emperor Dragon Spear and the roar of the Old Man in Black and Yellow Robe were like tangible blades, cutting the surrounding space into fragments. No information could possibly pass through.
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