The black flames were extinguished at this moment.
The Heavenly Demon Prison formed by the seven great worlds collapsed.
The sky returned and the ground recovered. The mountains and rivers were still the same.
Xu Qing stood on the spot. His face was pale and his soul was weak. In front of him was the blood he had spat out earlier. Regardless of whether it was on the soil or his clothes, it was a shocking sight.
In fact, he still couldn't suppress the rising blood. The instant he stood up, drops of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.
Xu Qing took a deep breath. This was the first time he had used the divine authority of fate. Through this use, he had a better understanding of this supreme divine authority.
The more he understood, the more his heart palpitated.
This divine authority was extremely terrifying.
The price… was equally terrifying.
