Giant dark fists constantly pounded the earth.
The world kept fracturing, erupting with bursts of noise, like a person crying out in pain.
"You... can't kill me... I've undergone evil transformation..."
Pangu spoke in the Void.
Wu Xiaode ignored him and continued to punch.
The world's damage became increasingly severe.
"I know I can't kill you, but you'll feel pain, won't you? That's enough."
Wu Xiaode swung another fist and continued:
"If you had been willing to lend me a hand back then, I would have gone all out to help you, and perhaps we would have had a chance."
"But you first dealt with me, then surrendered to the Evil Demon."
"It's truly damning."
Boom—
The fist manifested by endless Evil Spirit Power slammed into the ground with all its might.
At the same time, Wu Xiaode, seemingly tireless, raised another hand once more.
Another punch!
A blood-red hue seeped from the depths of the earth.
