Outside the Blue Silver Grass Wall, Tang San knelt there, his body as stiff as a stone statue.
His mind was a blank slate.
It was over.
Everything was over.
His final disguise, his last trump card, had been shredded to pieces by the Sky Screen in the cruelest possible way.
In the field.
Ah Yin slowly, slowly turned her head back.
The trace of hesitation on her face had long since vanished.
In its place was an unprecedented hatred and revulsion that seeped into her very bones.
She looked at the youth outside the wall, still maintaining his kneeling posture, then at Tang Hao before her, tortured beyond recognition.
She smiled.
Gritting her teeth, she gave a cold smile.
"My dear son..."
Her voice was as light as a breeze, yet it carried killing intent enough to freeze one's soul.
"Go die with your filthy father!"
Ah Yin's voice was like an icy wind sweeping across a frozen plain.
The instant her words fell, the countless grass blades hovering around Tang Hao no longer hesitated. They transformed into an emerald deathstorm, about to Lingchi him into nothingness!
It was at that moment.
BOOM!!!
A deafening explosion came from the direction of the Pope's Imperial Carriage.
The indestructible Blue Silver Grass Wall that Gu Nian had casually created was forcibly torn open with a massive breach.
A sinister purple-black aura, like maggots clinging to bone, madly corroded the vitality of the Blue Silver Grass, producing a sizzling sound.
Dressed in luxurious papal robes, Bibi Dong emerged slowly from the breach, holding the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
Behind her, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, and several Elder Hall Titled Douluo whose Auras were equally unfathomable followed closely, like stars surrounding the moon.
Every one of them wore expressions of