The energy from the singularity explosion flickered and vanished into nothingness.
Jiang Qiemo's figure reappeared, suspended in the air, facing the Netherworld Emperor from a distance.
The white dress of the Netherworld Emperor had a wound on the left shoulder, revealing the delicate and crystal-clear flesh underneath.
A thin line-like wound also appeared on her cheek, with fresh blood seeping out.
The Netherworld Emperor reached out her finger to wipe her cheek, then looked at the blood on her finger, her pupils slightly narrowing.
She looked up at Jiang Qiemo across from her and said coldly, "Besides the Spirit Devouring God, you're the second person to wound me in this world."
"There will be many more like me in the future." Jiang Qiemo turned to look at the others, his gaze firm and powerful, but his figure shattered like ashes rising, and soon his entire body turned to dust.
"Qiemo!" Jiang Tianqing spat out a mouthful of blood.
