In truth, the slightest contact with those auras shattered them into wisps of bloody mist, leaving not even bones behind.
Quasi-Immortal Emperors stood transcendent above all, almost impossible to rival. The devastation they could inflict was simply unimaginable!
Emperor Yu remained indifferent. To him, the Fallen Kings were merely tools, nothing worth cherishing. He was utterly heartless.
Ji Hao had prepared long ago. With the Dam Boundary Realm there, even any fish that slipped through the net could be stopped. Their actions did not surprise him.
After all, they could personally bury their own Ancient Realms and even their own clans. What would anything else matter? The dark turmoil had continued for so long-how could he not have prepared?
In their eyes, Liu Shen and Ji Hao, who had reached their level, were their greatest threats.
Those Fallen Immortal Kings amounted to nothing. If they could unsettle their opponents, even sacrificing every last one would be worthwhile.
"What a pity, what sorrow, what a lament! Though you build a dominion lasting a thousand autumns, though you stand as a prodigy of all ages, all turns to emptiness in the end. Let endless years slip away, and let your imperial body of this lifetime be ground to nothing!"
At that moment, Emperor Hong spoke. These were not empty words spoken to show off, but a taboo technique. Just as his words described, they seemed like an incantation. Behind him, a boundless Ancient Country abruptly appeared, stretching across billions of miles.
It was an imposing force, yet seemed more like heaven's hidden workings, throwing heaven and earth into disorder and foretelling Ji Hao's end. Emperor Hong's words became law. He unleashed a death curse to strike Ji Hao and grind away his imperial body of this lifetime.
Curses were mysterious, uncanny supernatural