The Netherworld Plate trembles.
Upon it, the Netherworld Fire wails in sorrow, the Dao Rhythm disperses...
Clearly visible, fractures split apart and spread.
What a Netherworld Plate, with one strike, it almost dims to nothing, becoming a mere shell.
"No!!!"
Netherworld Flame's heart bleeds, roaring in agony.
"I, Ye Tian, will kill you, in the heavens, on the earth, no one can stop me! Embrace death!"
Suddenly, Ye Tian steps forth, his aura surging, akin to a War God, he grips the Prisoner Demon.
The sword locks onto Netherworld Flame.
This time, can the Netherworld Plate still withstand?
Impossible.
Netherworld Flame shudders, feeling the intense scent of death.
"Swipe!" Amongst billions of eyes.
The Prisoner Demon moves.
One sword thrusts forth.
"No!!! Save me! Ancestor, save me!"
Netherworld Flame howls in despair.
The howl just rings out.
No one expected that...
In the space already imprisoned by Ye Tian.
Suddenly, a tremor occurs.
A crack appears.
