"Dream on!"
How could the Fierce Sun Dao Venerable give up resistance so easily?
Even if he were to die, he wouldn't let these Demon Dao bastards have it easy. If he could take one down with him, he would.
As his harsh shout echoed, the Fierce Sun Dao Venerable bit through the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood into his right palm, then quickly used the blood to scrawl characters into the palm seal on his left hand.
The mysterious sigils were incomprehensible even to Ding Changhai and Fu Junyue.
In just a single breath, the Fierce Sun Dao Venerable finished writing. He then slapped the bloody symbols onto the crown of his head.
In an instant, blood aura erupted all around the Fierce Sun Dao Venerable, and his cultivation began to surge madly.
This scene made Ding Changhai and Fu Junyue's eyes go wide in shock.
"The Fiery Sun God-Burning Technique? He's burning his own lifespan to raise his cultivation! Kill him now!"
