Jin Du staggered backwards once again, coughing up blood with every retreat, until he had finally stumbled nineteen steps back, barely coming to a halt.
This time, his face was deathly pale, his entire body trembling.
Glaring at Ye Tian, his breath was reduced to the wild panting of a beast!
In disbelief! Unbelieving even in death!
His Death Flame Slash, easily intercepted?
No, effortlessly crushed????
How was this possible?
In Jin Du's view, any being below the Emperor Martial Realm would typically be slain instantly by his Death Flame Slash.
Yet before him...
Jin Du considered his own mental state to be exceptionally strong, impervious, but now it was somewhat crumbling.
An invincible spirit cultivated over tens of thousands of years, now shattered.
"......"
Below, the once-bright Desolate City was nearly a silent grave, with millions of Beast Clan members fainting in terror!
Even within the Peng Residence, many of the Ancient Golden Peng Clan had passed out.
