The scene fell silent, as a bloody stench spread in the air.
On the Heavenly Demon Platform, a towering figure stood proudly!
Ye Fan's hair shone brilliantly, his body shrouded in a layer of Purple Light, like an eternal Demon Lord crossing realms to descend, with an air of swallowing mountains and rivers, overlooking the world.
Everyone thought Xingtian was doomed. Even his head had been blown apart; no matter how strong his physique was, it was impossible for him to survive.
However—
Ye Fan knew that Xingtian was not dead.
When he struck Xingtian's head, he had felt a strange ripple—Xingtian's Divine Soul seemed to have been swept away by something!
At this moment, he stood proudly atop the Heavenly Demon Platform, pushing his spiritual sense to the limit and covering the entire Heavenly Demon Platform!
