In the small heavenly domain with a gaping hole, murkiness continuously seeped out. Because the Heaven and Earth Dao wasn't evident here, the self-healing speed of Heaven and Earth was painfully slow.
The colossal body of the Whistling Snake was nailed to the ground by a silver spear, its serpentine eyes devoid of any color except terror.
Wu Wang's longsword, thrust forward, pushed further in by several inches, ready to burst with the pure Divine Power it contained.
He would not hesitate, nor would he falter.
Almost without time to think, the Whistling Snake faced imminent life or death in an instant. The Divine Power about to explode from the sword could easily crush its very soul…
In the distance, Xiao Jian Daoist stared dumbfounded at this scene.
The blood robe and disheveled hair fluttered backward with the wild wind, towards the direction of the heavenly breach.
