Before their deaths, the two individuals from the Wood Dynasty deeply regretted their decisions: a single misstep had led to endless hatred. They bemoaned the fact that they had become traitorous henchmen; when the crunch came down, their master did not care about their life and death...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At last, all the lightning converged and relentlessly bombarded the giant sphere of Black Flame. Suladar clenched his teeth and persevered, withstanding the blow. However, the lightning was just the beginning, and the real attack was yet to arrive.
The Bone Mace plunged down through the sky, the thin black flame sphere couldn't possibly stop it. Suladar took out an ancient earthenware jar and pulled out the stopper with his hand. His hand immediately sustained numerous wounds, turning into a bloody pulp.
This was the backlash from a Divine Artifact.
