The black iron rod descended, tearing apart everything, directly shattering those sword glows, striking Heavenly Desolation.
Heavenly Desolation's body shook, sent flying sideways.
His back was drenched in blood, blood spilling from his mouth.
This enraged him. For countless years, he had never been wounded.
Never thought he'd be beaten so badly today, his skin split open, utterly disheveled.
Fury surged in his heart, his gaze turned even colder.
A Demon Sword emerged, transforming into a size of a million feet, stained with Immortal Blood, not yet dried.
The Demon Sword slashed down, shattering the heavens and the earth.
It was terrifying, resembling the end of the world.
Evidently, Heavenly Desolation was truly enraged, no longer holding back.
"Good timing!"
Faced with such a formidable strike, Sun Die laughed, surprisingly looking excited.
