Chen Mo still stood where he was, neatly dressed, unharmed, with a revolving wheel hovering in front of him.
Nine bronze rings interlocked to form a continuously rotating sphere, and inside, a scarlet Blood Core emitted a menacing aura of Evil Spirit, making the vast sea of blood seem insignificant in comparison!
"This, this is..."
"Trash will always be trash, even when playing dirty tricks, you're still no match for me."
The rotating sphere quickly enlarged, filling the entire field of vision, hanging in the air like a star.
Jiang Wangye was merely tainted by a touch of the red light, and his body disintegrated rapidly like sand in the wind, flesh and blood dissolved, leaving almost nothing but a skeletal frame!
"Wait, wait a minute!"
Although Jiang Wangye couldn't feel pain, the fear of imminent death momentarily brought him back to his senses.
