Pfft—
The Primordial Chaos Piercing Fate Finger penetrated the White Emperor's abdomen, yet there was no splatter of flesh and blood.
The White Emperor seemed like a mere paper dummy, human-like on the outside but hollow within.
This deepened Qin Jun's frown. Could it be that the White Emperor was just an illusion?
At this moment, the White Emperor's abdomen rapidly healed, and his right hand, clasping the Scythe of Fate, slashed horizontally, aiming to sever Qin Jun's head.
Qin Jun didn't dodge, letting the Scythe of Fate fall upon him, as the Wují Primordial Chaos Robe quickly defended against it, forming a semi-transparent light screen that easily blocked the scythe, without Qin Jun's body even trembling.
Thanks to the Wují Primordial Chaos Robe, Qin Jun had fought until now without sustaining a single scratch.
The White Emperor paused slightly in surprise but didn't dwell on it and continued the fight.
