The chaotic slaughter quickly reached its end amidst the chaos.
The bloodstained Town of Dusk was full of rifts, with thick black smoke rising from the destroyed facilities, and the melted production equipment turned into blazing red molten iron, flowing wantonly.
More closely resembling the original appearance of Hell.
Huai Shi heard the sound of breaking, coming from the Sea of overwhelming hatred.
The Source Substance transmission he had been maintaining with all his strength was interrupted for a moment, and immediately lost its target.
He stood stunned in place.
Only the mournful sound of the Kunpeng could be heard.
In the sky, the Owner of the Great Mob, swept by the high heat rays of the sun, sang its last song, wilting and falling from the Sea of hatred.
Together with its master.
Blood rain poured down heavily.
Amidst the earth's rifts, Ying Fangzhou opened his eyes with difficulty, seeing the sickle blade piercing through his chest.
And the final enemy.
