The dragon illusion shimmering in pale gold roared angrily in the void, then transformed into a stream of pale golden light, unwilling to dissipate.
The Immovable King's divine apparition also disappeared at the same time, turning into gold-red flames, rising towards the sky against the natural order, dyeing the white ring-shaped clouds into pure crimson gold. Such light spread oppositely, then unfolded wantonly across the endless sky over the wilderness.
The world flowed with gold.
Inside the golden tent.
The last trace of unwillingness disappeared from King Balman's eyes.
Wang Anfeng's breathing suddenly became rapid, his body shook slightly, nearly collapsing to one side, held up by his right hand to barely steady himself, sweat from his forehead wetting his bangs, diluting the blood.
Too taxing...
