As Wang Baole spoke, a loud boom rang out from within the blood-colored vortex that had been sliced open. It reverberated throughout the entire world, and streaks of blood-colored lightning could be seen flashing between the two halves of the vortex.
Roars rose into the sky. If one looked closely, one could even see that the eyes of the emperor within the blood-colored vortex had also been sliced open. The face that had appeared on the blood-colored youth’s face had also been sliced off between his brows.
At that moment, as the number of bolts of lightning increased, the vortex seemed to be trying its best to merge back together.
Wang baole, who was observing everything, lifted his head imperceptibly. He seemed to be looking into the distance. His gaze... seemed not to be looking at this world, but at the world outside the stone stele realm.
