Pink mist spread through the air. This great hall seemed to be undergoing some kind of change; outside, the enormous statue of Houtu abruptly transformed into a towering giant tree, standing amid the boundless sea of sand.
The trunk of the giant tree was rather peculiar. It resembled a woman kneeling in the sand, her arms crossed over her chest protectively, while the canopy was an extension of her long hair...
But Li Changshou, the Great Mage, and the two Yama Kings inside the hall could no longer spare any attention for these changes.
There was no other reason: the instant the pink mist appeared, strands of mysterious Dao rhythm wrapped around them, completely ignoring the bodies of the two humans and two Wu, and madly battering their Primordial Spirits.
The reason Grand Master Xuandu's brow was so deeply furrowed was not that he sensed any danger.
Rather, although he had easily blocked this assault on his Primordial Spirit, he had still been affected by that Dao rhythm.
It was as though a vast emptiness had opened in his Dao heart. A sense of "longing" spread through him, eroding the Great Mage's Primordial Spirit.
Suddenly...
"Ah!"
King Chu Jiang threw back his head in a furious roar. A longsword appeared in his hand, surging Blood Qi rolling over his entire body as he spun and charged straight out of the hall.
"Wu! We were born the lords of the earth! Who can stop me!
Damn it! I'll slaughter every last one of you damned demons!
I'll roast you all! Waaah!"
Amid his shouts, the Yama King raced toward the distant dunes, his beard and hair bristling, his might towering to the heavens!
That brave?
Li Changshou and the Great Mage voiced the same praise in their hearts with perfect unspoken