A moment later, She Wuyou's once-invincible Scarlet Flame Snake God was crushed apart inch by inch. Crimson scales fell away like rain, and spiderweb-like cracks covered the Snake God's body. Red-gold mist continually seeped from those cracks—the sign that the Earth Sovereign Battle Form was on the verge of collapse.
Blood streamed from She Wuyou's seven orifices as he let out an unwilling roar.
He had never imagined that, as a mighty Earth Sovereign, he would be driven into such a desperate predicament by a mere junior.
His knees bent beneath the invisible pressure, his legs trembling violently. His feet stamped two deep craters into the five-colored earth, and cracks spread outward in every direction from beneath them.
He raised his head toward the dark figure standing atop the mountain, looking down at him from on high. Bathed in the five-colored heavenly light, that figure seemed impossibly lofty, like a true god scrutinizing a tiny mortal.
She Wuyou suddenly lifted his head and glared at Lin Ming. In a hoarse voice, he hissed, "Who exactly are you? How can you command such Plane Power?"
His voice had become utterly ragged, every word seeming to be squeezed from a torn throat.
There was no longer any arrogance or madness in She Wuyou's scarlet serpent eyes—only a deep, nearly despairing frenzy.
"Are you the lost bloodline of some ancient aristocratic clan? Or the reincarnated incarnation of some primordial great expert? Tell me! Let me die knowing the truth!"
She Wuyou roared, his limbs and bones creaking beneath the crushing weight of World Power. Blood poured from his mouth, nose, and ears at once, staining his once-arrogant pale face red.
Lin Ming merely watched him expressionlessly. She Wuyou's bedraggled figure was reflected in those unfathomably deep black eyes, yet not a ripple stirred