CRACKLE! CRACKLE! Accompanied by the sound of shattering, the giant eggshell fragmented and scattered on the ground.
A crimson figure with a huge bone crown on its head slowly stood up.
Its tall body even touched the rocks above.
Its crimson body was a mass of knotted muscles, covered with flame-like patterns.
Its chest and arms were adorned with several ferocious-looking pieces of Bone Armor, their sharp bone spurs flashing with a cold, sinister glint.
At the same time, a pallid Bone Sword burning with Hell Flame was firmly grasped in its claws.
Sirio, rejuvenated, casually swept the remaining eggshell fragments from the massive throne and, leaning on his Bone Sword, slowly sat down.
The once-massive throne now seemed almost fitting for his enormous frame.
On his skull-like face, two serpentine pupils mockingly looked down at Chu Feng.
"Mr. Chu Feng, tell me, who exactly is it that cannot survive now?"
