In his field of vision, the word “Death”gradually expanded, spreading to his entire face.
It caused Emperor Pojun’s face to turn pitch black, as if it was dead ash.
Moreover, wisps of deathly aura were being emitted from his face, and it was extremely strange.
Emperor Pojun finally felt that something was wrong. He raised his hand and condensed a mirror in front of him, reflecting his current face.
There was no face in the mirror. There was only the word ‘death’!
Moreover, his face was decaying into dust at an extremely fast speed. The flesh on his face was like dried and cracked wall skin, peeling off bit by bit.
“Ah!”In his shock, Emperor Po screamed in fear and hurriedly used the power of desolation to expel the word ‘death’from his face.
Unfortunately, the power of the word ‘death’was far beyond his ability to resist.
Not long after, Emperor Po Jun was reduced to a pile of black ashes bit by bit under the gaze of the guest.
The entire process only lasted for ten breaths.
