Seeing that the tunnel had been destroyed, Yunxiao gave hei Yuhu a cold glance and flew back to the battlefield.
Blood gushed out of desolate's body, and his wounds started to rot as if they were being corroded by the Asura power of the blade of judgment.
Wei Qing wasn't in a better condition. His body was damaged, but there seemed to be a golden light flickering in his wounds. He looked much better than desolate.
"Tsk! The Emperor of ten thousand demons only has this much strength?"
Wei Qing sneered and waved the blade of execution in his hand, " "Can you still take one more slash from me?"
The surging elemental force was poured into the blade again, and the blade of judgment once again evolved into a purgatory on earth and a sea of Asura. It was breathtaking even before it was cut.
