Ke Shisan stood atop the collapsing mountain peak, his gaze fixed intently on the Dao Palace above the sky.
A new layer of great halls had finally taken shape completely, as seas of blood surged upwards, charging straight into the heavens.
The Eighth Level of Return to Void!
After confirming there were only these three Great Demons, the master never thought about fleeing again.
His attention shifted towards the foot of the mountain.
The severed head of the Turtle Clan's Third Uncle flew sideways; the headless body wobbled and knelt, and with blood splattering, it eventually collapsed beneath the fluttering hem of an Ink Robe.
Wu Jun landed with a thunderous crash, steadying his figure and casually picking up the long blade from the ground.
First, he paid his respects to the young man with a bow, then his chilling gaze moved to the only two figures left in the sky, brushing away the gravel on his chest.
