Rumble——
The throne space shook once again, and the Soul Shadow Demon Lord staggered, nearly stumbling.
His expression changed, realizing he could delay no longer.
Without bothering to inventory the items inside the Heavenly Thunder Stone, he directly stored it away. Finally, he looked at Jiang Fan, a cold smile on his face.
"It's time to say goodbye, Wang Chongxiao."
"Being buried with the treasures of the Black Dragon Venerable is the mercy I'm granting you."
"Go now!"
He raised his palm, casually smacking towards Jiang Fan's Heavenly Spirit Cover.
For someone at the Nascent Soul Realm, a casual strike from the Divinity Transformation Realm was as overwhelming as heavenly might, easily capable of crushing them to dust.
However, just as he made his move.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a faint, mocking curve at the corner of Jiang Fan's mouth.
His heart seemed to skip a beat, a sense of impending doom rising within him.
