Wisp after wisp of mystical green flames continuously appeared around Wu Ya, the scorchingly intense aura causing the surroundings within Wang Mang's sight to slowly twist.
Beads of sweat seeped out from Wang Mang's forehead, evaporating before they could fully drip down from his cheeks.
Even the Chaos was directly burned into nothingness.
As the temperature around him began to skyrocket rapidly, Wang Mang's breathing also gradually became heavier.
What terrifying green flames.
Staring at that contorted figure, Wang Mang murmured to himself.
Wang Mang's pupils slightly constricted, as the pitch-black, abyss-like Devouring Dao Rhyme surged forth.
Like ink spreading through water, it instantly pervaded the surrounding area.
The indistinct murmuring voices grew increasingly clearer.
This time, Wang Mang vaguely heard a bit of it as well.
Without time to think more about these, he quickly utilized the characteristics of the Devouring Dao Rhyme.
