After Yao Lao's earlier barrage of savage attacks, the Dou Qi within Fan Lao had already grown unstable. The Blood Membrane, his sole means of preserving his life, had also been shattered. Thus, the powerful force rushing toward him erupted against his chest without restraint.
"Pfft!"
With his Blood Membrane shattered and his strongest defense gone, Fan Lao finally showed signs of defeat. As that force burst forth, a flush rose over his pale face, and he could no longer hold back the mouthful of blood that sprayed from his lips.
Immediately afterward, his body plummeted from the sky like a cannonball, slamming into a stretch of ruins below and sending shattered stones flying everywhere.
In the sky, bone-white Dou Qi Wings beat slowly. Yao Lao kept his gaze fixed on the spot where Fan Lao had fallen, clearly sensing that his aura had become terribly weak.
Cut down the weeds and tear out the roots!
Fan Lao was already gravely wounded, and Yao Lao naturally had no intention of sparing his worthless life. A flash of ruthlessness suddenly crossed his eyes.
The thought had barely crossed his mind before Yao Lao sprang into action. With a beat of his wings, he transformed into a mass of white fire, then plunged straight toward the place where Fan Lao had landed like a falling meteor.
"Die!"
The shout, brimming with killing intent, rang across the sky. Bone-white flames streaked down like lightning and crashed into the ruins like a meteor. A ripple of force immediately spread outward, pulverizing nearby rubble as cracks as thick as an arm spread like a spiderweb.
"Aah!"
As the bone-white flames struck, a piercing scream followed. Then a streak of bloody light shot out from the spreading flames. Its color was dim and dull, utterly unlike