"Liou Yuan!" In the boiling fog, Liou Xie's resentful roar exploded.
All the fog in the Chaotic Scene gathered toward the location where Liou Xie's voice sounded.
Liou Yuan looked up to see the center of the Chaotic Scene, where the rolling fog was like the tide returning, condensing in the center into a murderous fog blade.
The fog blade was so tall, it nearly touched the top barrier of the Chaotic Scene.
Wisps of smoke-like fog wrapped around the fog blade, filling every corner of the Chaotic Scene with violent aura.
His gaze moved to the handle position of the fog blade.
Liou Xie's missing head rested at the end of the handle, staring hysterically at Liou Yuan.
Through the Evil Eyes, Liou Yuan could see his vitality rapidly draining away.
"So you will still die after all, just not as quickly," Liou Yuan mocked.
