The Killing God floating in the pool still stared wide-eyed.
It was as if he couldn't believe that even in a severely injured state, the Black Emperor was still so fiercely unstoppable; he dared not imagine how unbeatable and invincible he must be at his peak!
With his iron fists, who in the world could withstand him?
The world placed him, the Killing God, alongside the Black Emperor as the twin prides of the Dark World, how ironic was that?
He, the Killing God, was unworthy of the word 'God'!
But the Black Emperor deserved those two words!
The world would no longer have a Killing God!
The dust settled, the outcome decided, life and death clear!
Ye Xuan stood proudly on this field of corpses, his eyes downcast, fists clenched, the bulging veins on his forehead showing no relaxation.
Instead, he became even more tense.
If the power he just displayed came without any cost, why would he have delayed so long before helplessly erupting?
