Countless torrents of viscous magma surged, as though the very firmament had been stained by blood.
As Haotian's great hand descended, the magma erupted thousands of meters high and came crashing straight toward Xu Zimo.
Yet Xu Zimo did not dodge.
He allowed the magma to fall over him without feeling the slightest thing.
The magma submerged him, yet a force around his body naturally shielded him from everything.
Seeing that the magma could not harm Xu Zimo in the slightest, Haotian frowned slightly.
The next moment, he seemed to realize something.
He cried out in terror, "You are the Devil Master."
"Looks like you're not entirely stupid after all," Xu Zimo said calmly.
He removed the Ink Dragon from his body. At this point, there was no longer any need to hide.
Haotian had not reacted at first.
But upon thinking carefully, someone with such strength and such reckless audacity could only be the Devil Master.
Thus, when Xu Zimo had just circulated his own power, the Ink Dragon's disguise had been seen through.
"I don't have time to waste here with you. I only want the inheritance of the Ancient Space God. If you dare stop me, I'll kill you without fail."
Xu Zimo shouted coldly.
He reached toward the shrine.
From what he had sensed earlier, the Ancient Space God's inheritance should be inside the shrine.
Haotian had stationed himself here, most likely intending to stop Xu Zimo.
Yet Haotian's strength was far from sufficient. How could he possibly be Xu Zimo's match?
At this moment, Haotian was caught between advancing and retreating.
Deep down, he truly did not wish to fight Xu Zimo.
In his eyes, Xu Zimo stood shoulder to shoulder with the Sacred Ancestor and the Immortal Lord, an expert of the same tier.