Inside the Mysterious Light Mirror, there was only raging fire, golden snakes wildly dancing, and the Chaos Qi in the void forming vortexes, swirling in great coils.
But the brave and fearless figure of the True Martial King had already vanished without a trace.
Emperor Tian stood up, a great hole had opened between his lower abdomen.
Countless Heaven and Earth Laws formed chain-like long patterns upon his flesh and blood, madly devouring him.
Emperor Tian pulled out the long spear from his lower abdomen, let out a hoarse, miserable laugh, his face pale like gold paper, his figure trembling, as if he could collapse at any moment.
He stretched out a hand into the distance, and the True Martial King, whose flesh had already been torn to shreds by the Great Dao Law attacks, floated up from the void.
His black long hair had been scorched by thunder and fire, and his entire person was withered black, like a skeleton.
