"How is he still alive?"
Outside the central altar, a young king exclaimed as his body stiffened like it had turned to stone.
At a passing glance, features became sharply defined, every detail vividly distinguishable.
The shining Golden Thunder Sword, slashing out from the depths of the Thunder Sea, made no earth-shattering roar, more like a cold assassin lurking in the dark, delivering a fatal strike as soon as it struck.
The unknown demon that blocked above Ye Hanjun's head and obliterated a hundred and eight Purple Thunder Heavenly Swords couldn't react in time before being split in two by the sword's light.
The cross-section of tender, translucent flesh still echoed in the mind like a haunting shadow tormenting the heart.
Such a lethal move, concentrated with the swiftness and tyranny of lightning, suddenly burst forth with extreme power.
Ye Hanjun, with his human flesh, bore the brunt of it, his chest torn open with a large hole.
