He Wushuang possessed an ethereal beauty, causing many women to pale in comparison. With golden hair and deep-set eyes, his entire being shone with a dazzling radiance, as if bathed in the morning glow.
But now, he was facing his doom, his entire body riddled with cracks, bloodstained and broken, disintegrating, exploding.
"Ah..." He roared skyward, his golden hair unfurling, then dancing, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
He was the Immortal King, surpassing many direct descendants of Imperial Clans, becoming the elite of this epoch, only to now face death in the Realm Sea.
Especially since this enemy was once his rival, who now had widened the gap so much, he no longer could contend!
"I'm truly unwilling!" He Wushuang screamed, his exquisite face filled with madness, exuding a wicked aura.
He burned himself, unleashing his strongest potential, wanting to reverse everything, change the fate.
