There it is!
Lu Wenwu's hand!
"Boom!"
Amidst the shock, the Three Mountains Suppressing Artifact exploded into countless fragments.
Massive stones flew around like a torrential rain, further damaging the Earth that had already lost its form from the ravage.
"Puff!"
With the destruction of the Origin Suppressing Artifact connected to his spirit, Wen Jiulong spewed another mouthful of blood.
The backlash from the depths of his soul left him in a state of chaos.
He watched helplessly as Lu Wenwu flapped his Dragon Wings, descended from the skies with overwhelming Demon Qi, his face still wearing the menacing grin.
The tall and strong body continuously made crackling sounds internally, his aura still at its peak.
He's fine!
How could he be fine!
His flesh should have been crushed into pulp, his bones should have been powdered, his equipment should have shattered into scrap metal!
How could he be unscathed!
At this moment, Wen Jiulong was already losing his mind.
