Above the platform, the raging storm of spiritual qi had yet to settle completely.
The shattered void resembled hideous scars.
The God King Luo Wu's imprint knelt on one knee, his body like shattered glass, covered in shocking cracks.
His light had grown exceedingly dim, as though he might scatter on the wind at any moment.
He struggled to raise his head and look at the white-robed figure ahead, who stood unshaken like an eternal Demon God amid intertwined Chaos Aura and dark demonic light.
His once cold, indifferent eyes now brimmed with disbelief and shock.
It was inconceivable, like something out of a dream.
He had lost. He had actually lost!
Lost to a... Great Emperor of the humanity domain!
If word of this reached those old monsters sleeping in forbidden lands or drifting through the rifts of spacetime...
He, the God King Luo Wu, would become a laughingstock for all eternity!
He would be nailed to the pillar of shame among God Kings, never to redeem himself!
"Heh... hahahaha..."
Suddenly, the God King Luo Wu's imprint burst into laughter, hoarse and desolate, tinged with the madness of someone driven into a dead end.
Within the cracks covering his body, the dim divine light began flowing once more, growing brighter and more intense!
An exceedingly unstable yet far more terrifying destructive divine might...
Built up frantically within him, like a volcano on the verge of eruption!
"I have swept through the world, decisive in slaughter. How could I... how could I suffer such humiliation and fall to you?!"
His voice came in broken bursts, yet carried a desperate madness.
"Even a mere wisp of an imprint... must uphold a God King's dignity!"
In the distance, the Dark Blade Sprite was the first to sense something wrong and cried out