Only One Southern Emperor in the Southern Continent

The roars received no response.

The Southern Emperor was scorched all over by starlight and heavenly fire, steadily and unhurriedly gnawing away at its reserves. At last, those round, thick arms began to tremble uncontrollably.

The crimson treasure chariot before it let out a dragon's roar like the tolling of great bells, its entire body blazing like a scorching sun, looking like an immense, boundless fireball.

Boom—

The Southern Emperor finally ran out of strength and was sent flying by the Fire Dragon Chariot.

A horrifying gash tore across its bloated body. This supreme demon of the Great Southern Continent now resembled a stuffed, tattered sack, rolling miserably several times before finally stopping.

Amid the deathly silent, empty white clouds, only the Southern Emperor's heavy breathing remained.

"Hah... hah..."

Even in such circumstances, that young man still did not appear. He merely remained quietly hidden behind the banner formation, draining its spirit and strength.

The Southern Emperor had encountered countless perils in its life. Before it possessed its current strength, it had even been hunted by experts of great sects whose cultivation far surpassed its own.

Yet never once had it felt such an intense sense of danger, unable to see even the slightest chance of victory.

It was time to leave... Otherwise, it truly would not be able to leave.

The Southern Emperor put away its clumsy performance and slowly propped itself up. Its aura was clearly weakened to the extreme, to the point where it could scarcely withstand the erosion of starlight and heavenly fire, yet its gaze grew ever firmer. Since it could no longer charge out as it had before, it would stagger forward step by step.

That howling Fire Dragon Chariot would strike from the clouds without warning, blasting the indigo mountain of flesh flying