At the moment Zhuang Zhou perished, Xie Tian, far away in the broken hole of Nirvana's desolate hill, suddenly opened his eyes.
He wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth with a heavy expression, his blood-red eyes coldly watching the direction of the arrival of the Divine Wushuang Divine Country.
After about ten breaths of silence, he resolutely closed his blood-red eyes.
The next moment, he fiercely compressed his heart!
As the golden bloodline was expelled from the heart, the initial blood of the Rakshasa took over his heart like a wild horse unleashed!
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!
...
A powerful and eerie heartbeat echoed within the broken hole.
Each time it echoed, the Rakshasa aura on Xie Tian grew denser.
Each time it echoed, the initial blood of the Rakshasa spread with the flow of the blood in Xie's body.
Luo An's complexion changed dramatically.
"The master has finally taken this step..."
He was delighted.
