However, that face was slightly incomplete and faint. It was not very clear.
Anyone who looked at it could only vaguely see the old man's face rife with disbelief and shock, but it was difficult for this hump on the ground to gain corporeal form. It remained in a state where it continued shifting between illusion and reality.
Bang!
The tombstone shattered, and the hump crumbled. Once Su Ming's body gathered together, he coughed up a huge mouthful of blood with a pale face. An expression of pity that the Art did not work appeared on his face.
As the hump fell apart, the body of the old True Guard inside was revealed. In just those short few breaths, the old man had become much thinner, and his eyes had sank into his face deeply. In fact, even his power of World Planes had been reduced by a third.
At the same time shock appeared in his eyes, there was also anger and lingering fear.
