Chiyou had lost his final shred of patience for the ants before him; by now, the power he had consumed had accumulated considerably, and the Sky Splitting Axe in his hand again gleamed with sharpness.
He no longer uttered any superfluous words, exterminating these obstacles in his path, for there were more heads outside waiting for him to reap.
This time, he would slaughter Chang'an, demolish the Heavenly Court, and trample over Ling Mountain, until heads rolled and blood flowed into seas, ensuring that no one in the Three Realms could resist him.
The ax blade he raised gleamed with a cold luminescence, its powerful oppression bearing down on Nie Caizhu and the others like the awe of the Grim Reaper.
The moment of conclusion had finally arrived.
At this very moment, the tiny black dot in the Void that was nearly impossible to discern with the naked eye suddenly shone with infinite Black Light and rapidly expanded.
