Eight Gates of Hell Realm—Gate of Death!
When the Asura Heart burned, it was as though it had opened a barrier connecting countless planes.
The surrounding space began to twist, boil, and collapse violently.
Nearly tangible flames carried the most terrifying, most tyrannical will as they spread through every visible and invisible void.
Layer by layer, they surged outward...
From the gaps in the savage blade armor covering his body, blood flames flowed in every direction like liquid.
"Father, I'm afraid I can't keep looking for you.
"Because I love this world, love everything here..."
This was Mu Fan's last moment of clarity before his consciousness sank into chaos.
A smile rested on his lips.
The half red lotus on Asura's chest quietly vanished.
In its place rose the enormous phantom of a half red lotus behind him.
Half a lotus, sixteen petals.
The first petal silently went out.
In that instant, Mu Fan's and Asura's hearts contracted at the same time.
It was not a contraction to release power in the next second.
It was a contraction forced upon them by some immense power.
All black vanished from Mu Fan's pupils. The whites filled his eye sockets, and in the next moment, blood flooded every inch of them.
"Hah..."
Scorching air escaped his throat.
His consciousness began sinking into a state of chaos and blazing heat.
His body began acting upon its most powerful instincts.
Only one final obsession remained in his heart.
That was...
Kill the enemy!
Mu Fan's emotionless gaze turned toward the sky.
This was the final moment in which he burned his life and soul.
It was also his most glorious and resplendent moment.
Asura floated at the center of the red lotus phantom.
He raised one arm, spread his fingers toward the deep space