Its giant arm that took a hit from the Earth Suppression Seal had its Scale Armor shattered, and it still faintly ached.
"Taiwu, it's been so long, yet you're still so abhorrent."
The voice of the Heaven-Burning Ancestor was like underground lava rolling, indicating a past unpleasantness between him and the Supreme Sect Leader.
"If your true form were here, maybe you could protect him. But this avatar of yours, only has thirty percent of your power, you can't protect him. This scoundrel has ruined my Imperial Palace plan and slaughtered my Demon Race Venerables, this hatred is irreconcilable."
"Thirty percent is sufficient."
Taiwu Daoist Venerable's voice remained calm, without a trace of anger, even interrupting the roar of the Heaven-Burning Ancestor.
He raised his eyes, gaze like a sea abyss, looking at the suspended crimson giant shadow.
"Heaven-Burning, how did that last imprint feel?"
