At that moment, the Purple Mist before him began to recede, while the impact and momentum of the explosion just now left Huo Yuhao somewhat unsteady.
Seeing this, the tail behind Huo Yuhao immediately hooked around the Ice Spirit Spear and drove it straight into the ground. With this, Huo Yuhao quickly steadied himself and stopped his retreat.
Huo Yuhao instinctively wiped the blood flowing from his nose with the back of his hand, then gasped for breath.
After he drove back the Purple Mist just now, a flood of images and emotions poured into Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness. These images were far more extensive than before.
If Spiritual Detection Sharing observed the area it covered from an overhead perspective, then these images were tens of millions of viewpoints taking in everything before their eyes at once, like the memories of tens of millions of people, each carrying different emotions.
Having once been the First-Level God, the God of Emotion, Huo Yuhao was not entirely at a loss in this situation. Still, with such an enormous amount of information suddenly pouring into his Sea of Consciousness, it was somewhat more than he could bear.
But after just a few breaths, Huo Yuhao adjusted his state of mind, then put away the Angel Holy Sword in his hand and the Ice Spirit Spear behind him.
Then, sensing the unusual movements around him, Huo Yuhao stared firmly ahead, gripping the Rakshasa Demon Scythe tightly.
Huo Yuhao knew that everything that was happening was finally approaching its end.
Just as Huo Yuhao steadied his mind, the surrounding energy continued to flow rapidly. Although everything before him was still pitch-black, his Spiritual Power could now sense the direction he needed to face.
The next moment, Huo Yuhao stepped forward with the Rakshasa Demon