Was this really starting already?
So soon?
At the edge of Heavenly Prison Fortress, Axe-wielding Rama poked her head out in confusion—she seemed to have seen something fall from the sky. She had only just happily grabbed her weapon when her vision blurred.
Gone!
She only saw something flash past before her eyes.
He was too fast.
Like a mad dog off its leash.
He charged without warning, opened his mouth, then struck without mercy!
He gave no one else a chance to steal the kill or interfere. He took him down in one smooth sequence. By the time everyone came to their senses, Lord of Burning Soul had already been kicked to the ground like a dog, his face pinned beneath a foot, unable to rise.
Then came a resounding declaration of challenge.
Before that, the scornful gaze he cast upon them, as though he sat high among the clouds looking down at dust, had already enraged the rulers surrounding him.
Was he really this fearless?
The first sound to arise was that of a surging torrent. Rotten tides swept forth, shattering the silence. Like a tornado, they spiraled down from the Sky Dome, spreading out as they pounced toward Huai Shi.
Axe-wielding Rama laughed and leaped forward.
Someone was actually delivering themselves to her doorstep?
But immediately afterward, the viscous gray torrent formed from the decay of countless lives collapsed and scattered in midair, rapidly evaporating.
Two blazing red beams suddenly shot down from Heavenly Prison Fortress, locking onto the gray tornado. In an instant, they crisscrossed and cleaved through it like sharp blades.
Their terrifying lethality came not only from their heat, but also from the savage divinity roiling within. Like the solemn manifestation of the true dragon vein, they severed all corruption and swept away every