Simply overestimating himself!
Witnessing Huai Shi's provocation, Woodman merely sneered without speaking.
A guy who could only stand before him by relying on the Great Arcanum—what was there to fear?
Under the suppression of the Solar Calendar Stone, Death Angel Samael's Wheel of the Winged Serpent suddenly began to turn. Ignoring the furious rebuke of the fallen kingdom's tax collector, it directly drew an enormous quantity of death's essence from the river of blood.
Within the endless Tribulation Ash, an even higher-grade essence underwent a qualitative transformation.
Like salt.
Countless snow-white powders gathered in his hand, forming a bizarre throwing spear that he hurled fiercely at Huai Shi's face from thousands of miles away!
And so, a rain of death descended from the Sky Dome.
Countless bone spears fell from the heavens alongside a rain of blood. Wherever they passed, the land turned barren and countless lives were killed or wounded, yet every death became a new source of strength.
Locusts like black clouds crawled from the parched earth, spread their wings, and scattered the poison of death.
At that instant, seizing the fleeting stagnation brought by the Great Arcanum, the ruler within the river of blood suddenly manifested an incarnation. Endless serpents flew out of the blood river, fiercely bit down on the hunched high priest of Beatific Land, and burrowed into the bloodstream.
The next moment, they broke through Mars's obstruction and emerged from a vortex that appeared out of thin air.
The two rulers joined forces and struck without warning.
The instant they appeared, blood serpents coiled together into a wall, using their bodies to isolate Mars, while the high priest of Beatific Land had already raised his eyes.
An infinitely greedy appetite surged from those pitch-black eyes.
At last, holy radiance rose!
The miracle of Beatific