The body of the deity weapon, about to merge into the light mirror, paused slightly for a moment.
[This... Madman.]
Gu Yunyou turned his head to glance at the Shura Machine, whose sharpness no one dared to challenge, imprinting the small but dagger-like figure deeply in his pupils.
Then, he stepped into the light mirror.
"Shuang Ming... Ride your Great Flame Emperor, come out for me!!"
The provocations, resounding through the sky, descended from the dome.
The giant flying wheel shrouded in golden light was about to melt into the swirling thick smoke.
Yet at this moment, a massive molten magma hand extended from the black mist, catching the giant light wheel in its palm, abruptly crushing it.
"Ten years ago, you were my defeated opponent."
"Ten years later, you still are!"
Amidst the shattering golden streams, the distant black fog instantly dispersed.
A flaming giant, standing fifty meters tall, stood at the seething volcano's mouth.
