Facing the oppressive feeling that covered the earth, Yi Lianzhen showed no fear. In his distant and desolate pupils, there was only the blazing divine flame as he unhesitatingly launched an attack.
He had to correct the worldline, to steer the river of destiny in the right direction!
This was his inborn mission!
He was born to conquer this world!
Without a trace of confusion in his heart, the golden saber in his hand tore through the heavens, instantly severing two serpent heads in mid-air.
"Roar!"
Amid the piercing roar filled with pain and pleasure, just as the two heads were severed, the remaining serpent heads lashed out, their sinister fangs deeply piercing Yi Lianzhen's body, tearing open a terrifyingly large gap.
Zhu Haomiao stood proudly in the void, two more scars appearing on his body out of nowhere. The dragon and serpent dark patterns on his black robe had long vanished, transforming into the colossal demonic serpent beneath him, as vast as a mountain.
