Crack, crack—
Dark clouds churned, black lightning roaring and interweaving.
Thunder netted, covering the sky!
Bean-sized dark raindrops, incessantly falling from above, filled the air, hazy beyond measure!
The howling gale skewed the rain, much like the gusts and stagnant water erupting from Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs, with a soul-piercing chill!
Mo City, Fengdu.
A writhing mass of blood and flesh floated in the air, like it was entwined with various Tao Divine Patterns, the Patterns clanging together, dense divinity continually spilling forth.
Upon the blood and flesh, even blood resembling magma was slowly writhing.
The grandeur of the divinity within was beyond imagination; it held a unique divinity full of deity pressure, suppressing mortal life on an innate level.
Li Che gazed indifferently at the mass of flesh he gripped with his five fingers, taken from the Young Dragon Emperor, now the Young Dragon Emperor's only corpse trace.
