But at this moment, a bizarre, twisted incantation and waves of frenzied laughter echoed in the sky.
A chill wafted in with the wind, prickling the back of Chen Yi's neck. He spun around sharply, only to see patterns emerging on Xu Zhou Daoist's body, with blood bursting from his skin, dyeing the bronze chariot beneath his feet red. Behind him, the spectral image of Emperor Zhenwu appeared, eyes wide with rage, standing with a sword in hand, yet stained with fresh blood.
Is it really over?!
Crash! The sharp edge of the great halberd burst out of Yuan Qi's abdomen, dragon blood splattering, as the towering figure strode forward once again, like an Asura returned from Hell!
The River God let out a wailing cry, its dragon body severely wounded as it collapsed to the ground, sending huge waves skywards.
