After the blast's aftermath subsided, the figures of Mitian the Little Monk and Wang Nu vanished from the void.
They had directly turned to nothingness. Only a sea of blood swept faintly through the void, leaving behind afterimages.
"Dead... dead?" Within the White Emperor Mausoleum, everyone sucked in a cold breath. Someone spoke with a trembling voice.
"They just died like that?"
The next moment, the reflected image in the void shattered, and the Stone Tablet of the White Emperor Mausoleum shut tightly.
With everyone dead, it meant the Land of Final Battle had ended. Not a single person had passed.
For a time, the mausoleum was utterly silent. No one mocked Xu Zimo anymore; they merely looked at one another, staring helplessly at each other.
Hell Sea churned. At last, the waves surged into towering swells and split apart in the void.
A blood-robed man sat cross-legged atop the sea of blood, rising into the void.
All his hair draped over his shoulders. The hair on both sides was black, but the middle was white.
His features were resolute, his eyes deep, his nose high-bridged, and his lips tinged purple.
The instant he opened his eyes, heaven and earth seemed to turn upside down. The sea of blood surged with the force of rivers rushing into the ocean, piercing through the entire void.
"Demon King," Moon Picking Fairy's voice came from above his head.
The blood-robed man raised his head and glanced at her. Endless void pressed down around her, as though it would grind Moon Picking Fairy's body to pieces within the void.
"I am the messenger," Moon Picking Fairy hurriedly said, taking out a command token.
Upon seeing the token, the oppressive force around her slowly dissipated. She gasped for breath, cold sweat streaming down her