The shrill roar stopped abruptly in the closed Chamber Hall, and the lingering sound was forcibly cut off by some heavy force, leaving only eardrum-painful silence.
That God King Heart, which is as towering as a mountain, is undergoing an astonishing change at this moment.
At the wound where Fang Mo's five fingers were deeply sunk, the Golden Divine Radiance that was originally flowing quickly dimmed. The bright light was like the setting sun swallowed by twilight, losing all its warmth and color in an instant.
The dark red muscle fibers stopped beating under Fang Mo's gaze, and large gray-white mottled surfaces appeared on the surface, which was the dead silence left after Life Essence was completely pulled away.
The process of lithification is astonishingly fast.
But in the blink of an eye, this majestic organ that once pumped energy and blood that could burn the sky and boil the sea was completely reduced to a huge ash-filled volcanic rock.
The original hot feeling on the fingertips faded away, replaced by a rough and cold stone texture.
Fang Mo withdrew his arm and brought out a pile of stone chips. The Divine Blood that could melt Organ Refining Realm Martial Artist in an instant has now solidified into dim crystals and scattered.
The temperature in the surrounding space dropped precipitously. The pulsating blood vessels on the dome and walls gradually dried up and hardened, and finally turned into dry vines, clinging to the rock wall.
Dead?
Fang Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at the heart that had long been turned into a dead stone.
Although the Geng Gold Qi in the Lung Palace has restrained, he has not relaxed his vigilance. His whole body Great Dragon Spine is still as tight as a bow, ready to deal with changes at any time.
This ghost's death was too simple and complete, and it was actually a bit weird.
Buzz.
The air trembled.
At the top of the already petrified heart, a wisp of extremely pure Crimson Gold Flame ignited out of thin air.
This flame has no temperature or even physical fuel. What it burns is the remaining will of this world.
The flames rise, stretch, and twist.
An illusory figure slowly solidified in the firelight.
That was a man wearing Crimson Armor.
His stature is not tall, and can even be said to be a little thin, but his long hair that burns like flames and his armor that still exudes Heavenly War ZZZZZZZZZZZ even though it is dilapidated, all indicate his terrifying strength during his lifetime.
His face was blurry, as if washed away by the long river of time, leaving only an outline.
Only those eyes.
That is a real pair of Fiery Golden Eyes, with two golden flames burning inside that will never go out.
The phantom did not attack Fang Mo immediately, but quietly suspended in the air, looking down at this mortal with half of his body still hanging on his heart.
Fang Mo slowly withdrew his arm and shook off the blood stains on it. His muscles tightened and he was ready for a desperate fight.
This phantom gave him a feeling that was a hundred times more dangerous than the heart just now.
That is the pressure of the strong, not a simple accumulation of energy.
However, what happened at the next moment caused Fang Mo's brain, which was always trying to figure out what to do, to shut down for a moment.
That Red Armored Man, moved.
He slowly lowered his figure and landed on the thick chain in front of Fang Mo.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of armors clashing was heard.
This peerless strong man who once might have dominated the world and burned the sky and boiled the sea, unexpectedly slowly bent his knees in front of Fang Mo.
Kneel down on one knee.
The head is drooped.
This is a standard gift of surrender when facing Monarch.
"Sinful General... see Lord."
The hoarse voice, carrying endless vicissitudes of life and regret, echoed in this empty heart.
Fang Mo was stunned.
That's the thing again.
The succubus Nian Nu'er said something similar, and just now this Rotten Heart also said "you're back." Now this guy who looks awesome came up and knelt down and called the master.
He is familiar with this kind of script.
But that doesn't mean he will believe it.
"My lord?"
Fang Mo narrowed his eyes. Instead of shrinking, the Sha Qi on his body became a bit heavier. He was not the kind of fool who would be fooled by a few nice words.
"Who are you calling?"
"You."
That Red Armored Phantom did not raise his head, and his voice was still trembling, as if he was suppressing some extremely exciting emotions.
"You are finally... back to collect debts."
"After hundreds of millions of years of waiting, this Prison Suppressor, this cage... finally waited for its owner."
Fang Mo felt a chill in his heart.
The other party mentioned Prison Suppressor.
This is his biggest secret and the source of his Golden Finger. If this phantom is some kind of illusion or trap, then the trap is too realistic.
"Debt collection?" Fang Mo sneered, "Since I am the creditor, how do you want to repay this debt?"
"Sinful General... Every death must be blamed."
Red Armored Man raised his head suddenly.
There was no murderous intent in those eyes burning with flames, only an almost fanatical loyalty and deep fear.
He looked at Fang Mo as if he were looking at his only faith.
"The betrayal back then was not our intention..."
"My lord, be careful!"
Red Armored Man's expression suddenly changed. He looked past Fang Mo and looked somewhere in the endless void. His eyes were full of horror, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
"The betrayer... is..."
Just when Fang Mo was holding his breath and preparing to hear that name.
Poof!
A strange blue spark suddenly bloomed between Red Armored Man's eyebrows.
The spark was extremely small, but it carried a terrifying power that destroyed all laws.
"Ah--!!!"
Red Armored Man let out a scream that stopped suddenly.
The faint blue flame spread all over his body in an instant, burning up his shadow and the name he had not yet spoken.
No ashes.
The phantom quickly collapsed and compressed in the flames.
In the end, only a drop of blood remained.
A drop is only the size of a thumb, but it emits golden-red blood that is purer and ten thousand times hotter than the huge heart just now.
The faint blue flame disappeared out of thin air after completing the execution, as if it had never appeared.
Fang Mo stood there, looking at the drop of Essence Blood suspended in the air, his face as gloomy as water.
Silenced.
In front of him.
And that blue flame... made him feel palpitations instinctively. It was not the power of this world, and it did not even belong to this world.
"That's it..."
Fang Mo stretched out his hand and aimed his palm at the drop of Essence Blood.
[Prison Suppressor] in Sea of Consciousness made a longing roar.
This is not a complete God King recovery at all.
This Red Armored Man, also known as [Ember Vein Burning Passion God King], has died long ago.
Totally dead.
The phantom just now was just a drop of his hard work, a ray of obsession that came back to him after sensing the aura of Prison Suppressor on Fang Mo.
"No matter who you are, no matter who the traitor is."
Fang Mo's five fingers suddenly closed and grabbed the drop of Essence Blood into the palm of his hand.
"Since it's in my bowl, it's my meat."
Boom!
Essence Blood enters the body.
An unprecedented violent heat instantly exploded in his chest.