The moment that sigh echoed, the eerie flute sound that seemed to be there shattered in an instant.
Yes, shattered!
Poof!
A blood arrow burst from the Void, faintly revealing an extremely frail figure.
Immediately after, two figures appeared in front of Blood Slaughter.
Yang Yan couldn't help but widen his eyes; it was them...
One of the faces looked younger. Who else could it be but Fu Xi?!
However, recalling his identity, Yang Yan felt somewhat relieved.
Such existence, transforming countless figures, was natural.
In his palm appeared a small Eight Trigrams Array, where the Power of the Great Dao surged, simply unprecedented.
As he threw the Eight Trigrams Array out, the beasts around wailed, having no chance to escape, they were all swept into the Eight Trigrams Array.
In no time, the world grew emptier, and that suffocating feeling vanished completely.
Within, flames raged, water spread, thunder surged, heavens and earth mingled, evolving into a Chaos Grinding Disc.
