The scalding fresh blood almost dyed the dark sea entirely.
The thick fog cleared at once.
The long-missed sunlight pierced the clouds, falling upon the half-submerged Bronze Giant City in the sea.
Large patches of fresh blood were etched on the broken and mottled city walls.
The Bronze Giant City, silently and noiselessly, witnessed this earth-shattering battle, the end of the lord who unified the Huangji Continent after the split of Qian, and...
"The immortal is dead—"
"True Martial shall ascend the throne!"
Covered in blood, his hair and beard stained with the crimson of blood, an elderly man stood atop the black and red waters with his bronze upper torso exposed.
Looking at Yang Que's body in front of him, surrounded by Blood Energy, barely intact, eyes still wide with fury and disbelief as if refusing to accept his fate.
The elderly man suddenly raised his arms, which were as veined as large dragons, twisted and turned.
