The entire valley in the Wu Realm seemed to have become a bitterly cold northern wasteland. Killing intent mingled with a frigid aura and swirled through the valley, ready to erupt at any moment.
Xing Tian gripped his giant bronze axe, looking like a savage beast as he stared coldly at the Golden Lion. The Golden Lion showed no fear, shaking out its fur as nine strange mountain peaks floated above its head. A divine phantom appeared within each peak.
Just then, Xiang Liu rushed in from outside. Sensing the strange atmosphere, he was startled and cried, "Why is it so freezing? When did this mountain appear?"
Xiang Liu narrowed his eyes at the towering peak. Clouds and mist shrouded its summit, making it impossible to see clearly, yet it exuded an aura that made him want to bow down. He turned to Xing Tian, whose Killing Intent was palpable, and said, "God of War, why are your eyes so terrifying? And why is there a lion here?"
Xing Tian said, "Great Snake, that damned Flood Dragon devoured the Ancestral Wu's body." His gaze shifted to Xuanjiao, who was still unconscious. Not only had the lightning-forged head fully grown back, but Xuanjiao had grown another one as well, bringing the total to seven. Yet Xuanjiao's body kept breaking apart and twitching, making it easy to imagine the pain he was enduring.
"What? An Ancestral Wu has fallen? Impossible! That strange Flood Dragon looks somewhat powerful, but not powerful enough for that. The Ancestral Wu's body may have been nurtured after the creation of the world, but it had still absorbed a great deal of Chaos power."
Xing Tian said, "Hmph. As if he could defeat an Ancestral Wu. But he really did devour the Ancestral Wu's body."
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