Dense mist swept past He Ao's eyes, and immediately after, an expansive countryside appeared in his field of view.
Skeletons rose from the ground like grass planted on the plains, swaying in the cold wind.
Below the plains, intricate purple light paths had long been formed, and a giant covered in red radiance, terrifying and twisted, was now standing right in the center of those light paths, raising its head to look at He Ao above.
Is that the angelic form of Sulan?
Boom—
In just an instant, the pitch-black coffin crashed to the ground alongside He Ao's smoke-covered body, landing in the middle of the red light paths.
"I told you," the red giant parted its lips slightly, a laughter like thunder echoing between heaven and earth, "You can't escape from the palm of my hand."
"This isn't your achievement," He Ao lowered his head, glanced at his own hand, then turned back to look at the black coffin behind him.
