Black Sha Mo Emperor watched in terror as his flaming chains were devoured by the power of Dao Lord Taichu and the Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor. He hurriedly unleashed his demonic power, trying to stop it all.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not withstand the power of the forbidden art.
The flaming chains began to collapse, emitting sharp crackles like the despairing hiss of a dying venomous snake.
Black Sha Mo Emperor's body began to tremble as well. He felt his power being stripped away, and an unprecedented despair surged through his heart.
Determination flashed in the eyes of Dao Lord Taichu and the Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor. They knew that this moment would determine the outcome of the battle.
They continuously adjusted their power, guiding the fragments of the flaming chains into another space to prevent them from causing even greater harm to the world.
At last, the flaming chains completely collapsed. Black Sha Mo Emperor's body shattered into countless fragments and turned into pitch-black ash.
The flames and smoke across the battlefield gradually dispersed, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.
Dao Lord Taichu and the Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor were equally battered. The two exchanged a glance, each seeing the other's exhaustion.
But they had no time to rest, because this world still faced immense threats.
The aftershocks of battle still echoed through the air. Dao Lord Taichu and the Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor took a deep breath and began tending to their wounds.
They understood that although Black Sha Mo Emperor's threat had been temporarily removed, the world was filled with endless dangers. They could not afford to let down their guard.
The Evil Dragon Saint Ancestor gazed at Dao Lord Taichu, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "Young man, your