At this moment, vast expanses of the black and white world transformed into thick, black slurry—melting with wails, even scattered relic fragments were corroded into purple-black poisonous mist!
"Look... at this fragile order...."
The voice of the Evil God resonated with countless echoes, its hand slicing through the void, as three doomsday apparitions suddenly lunged toward Su Qi!
"Those dimensions can't hold... the Master of the Present World can't hold either... and you... how much can you grasp?"
Su Qi was struck by the apparitions, sent flying backward, his left arm's flesh instantly carbonizing into ash. As radiant power flowed, new flesh enveloped the white bones, but the resurrection speed was half a beat slower than before.
"Cough... it seems the changes are indeed beyond imagination..."
It's not just strength; what matters is those doomsday forces resonating with the Evil God, as if a more terrifying aura is reawakening from within.
