However, even if Su Han shattered his own arms, it was still not enough!
"Still not enough?"
Su Han's gaze was profound, he lowered his head and glanced at the millions of disciples of the Xuanyuan Clan below, pondering slightly, and then a strand of hair was forcefully pulled out and placed into the Xumi Ring of the Holy Son.
The next instant—
"Boom!!!"
An earth-shattering roar suddenly echoed!
The sound was so enormous, like thousands of thunderclaps shaking the Northern Wilderness Realm, as blood like rain spread from the point of explosion.
A Dao Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged in the void, as its palm waved, all the blood rain floated in the void, burst into a blood mist, and spread around.
The Xiliang Territory and the Eastern Heaven Realm, as well as the edges of the Central Domain, at this moment were all covered by the blood mist, countless people looked up at the sky and could see that crimson color.
"What's happening?"
