The Nether King's throat let out a dry howl as he stared, in utter disbelief, at a tiny crack that had appeared at his heart.
Killing intent surged in through that crack into his body, rapidly shredding all his meridians and causing his body, heavy like a mountain of rock, to keep fracturing.
The Nether King shrieked miserably. The wings on his back flashed fiercely once, hauling his massive body as he crazily fled backwards.
A body over a thousand meters tall—how enormous was that?
It blotted out the sky and covered the sun, like a mountain peak hanging suspended in the Void.
Lin Yingying narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Not going to swing another sword?"
Long Fei smiled faintly. "One sword is enough."
Before the two of them had even finished speaking, the Nether King's fleshly body began to disintegrate in midair, like a boulder suddenly exploding apart, abruptly collapsing into tens of thousands of pieces that poured down madly toward the surface of the sea.
