The vast land was engulfed in flames, and Blood Soul's black cloak suddenly shattered into pieces, scattering into the void. Each piece was bloodstained, fluttering and falling down.
Li Qingming stood tall, his war spear still burning with scorching flames, and his blood-stained clothing falling, yet everything seemed so serene.
The crimson war spear pierced through Blood Soul's chest, seeming to become an eternal image.
"Ah!" Blood Soul screamed madly, trying desperately to retreat, but found himself firmly fixed in place.
"Boom!"
Blood Soul, enveloped in smoke and fire, suddenly ignited, searing the entire heaven and earth, emitting an extremely dazzling brilliance.
"The fire of the Father God, you are silver..."
Blood Soul shouted, the flames rising from his body like rosy clouds, traveling along the crimson war spear, completely igniting his body, causing him unbearable pain, yet he could not escape.
