The dust swirled, still hazy.
Yet at this moment, everyone could see clearly that the illustrious King Luo, the youngest king of the True Martial Dynasty, was now... forcefully suppressed by the Nether Emperor.
In the hands of the Nether Emperor, he was like a mere ant, or like a salted fish incapable of stirring waves.
Terror consumed him, and he could distinctly scent the approach of death.
He tried to use the True Martial Emperor to intimidate the Nether Emperor.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
Behind that ordinary face lay countless years of fury against the Divine Clan, all blazing fiercely at this moment; if not for his weakened state, he feared he would have already stormed the Heavens and unleashed a slaughter within the True Martial Dynasty.
But now, he could only kill a small ant.
He augmented his power.
King Luo quivered: "You..." Suddenly he realized something.
