On the White Sea Eagle's back, Wang Qiu'er wore an extremely conflicted expression. The moment Zi JI appeared, she had breathed a great sigh of relief, but she had never expected Jiang Hai to suddenly unleash power comparable to a Titled Douluo's and leap straight off the White Sea Eagle's back, aiming directly for the Scarlet King.
The overwhelming aura that surged from Jiang Hai in that instant also made Wang Qiu'er realize that the danger she had sensed earlier came not from that strange Soul Tool, but from Jiang Hai's own terrifying power.
The Scarlet King. His target was the Scarlet King.
The White Sea Eagle circled high above. Amid a blood-red glow, Jiang Hai and the coffin of purple lightning plummeted from the sky.
No, strictly speaking, the coffin of purple lightning was carrying Jiang Hai in its rapid descent.
At the center of the huge crater below, the blood-drenched Scarlet King had only one mangled head left. Yet a trace of relief and hatred still lingered in his weak, dark-red eyes. He had survived. Even if the price was enormous, even if it might take years to regain his peak strength, he had still survived. As long as the green mountains remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
"Scarlet King! How dare you?" Zi JI's furious shout rang out, but a streak of sword light and a fierce tiger blocked her at the same time.
The Scarlet King also sensed an immense aura descending from the sky. When he tried to evade it, tremendous gravity had already locked onto him.
"What is that?" The Scarlet King looked up at the sky. A coffin formed from purple lightning drew ever closer, and a young man seemed to stand proudly atop it.
"Roar!" The Scarlet King bellowed. *No,