At the mountain peak.
Li Che held Xi Xi, the black robe on his body was blown and fluttered, like a drop of ink dispersing in the endless blood-red.
He raised his head, his dark, robust hair dancing wildly in the wind, watching the silver ring above him gradually stained with blood-red, countless thunders brewing, as if possessing a god-destroying might!
Within the stone mountain, it was as if a mountain fire was burning, the scorching high temperature evaporating countless dragon blood, forming a billowing blood mist that ascended into the sky, dyeing the silver ring and stimulating the Mystic Thunder Vajra Qiankun Ring.
This Mythical Weapon of the Third Crown Prince was stimulated to the point of complete revival, its divine aura constantly bursting forth, as if a child was shouting at the heavens!
"The malicious intent... is no longer concealed."
