The fire mulberry blossoms bloom, scattered by the wind.
The sky is filled with a rain of red petals, crystal clear like water, bright red as if stained with blood, drifting down.
Shi Hao stretched out his hand, trying to grasp something, yet he grasped only emptiness. Nothing was there; the crimson petals fell and shattered, turning into a rain of light.
Before the Sky Abyss, amidst the desert, under the pervasive aura of the Immortal King, any petals or fire mulberry trees that fell turned into mist and rain.
Shi Hao let out a long howl, like a wounded beast, his black hair billowing, eyes blood-red, a surge of grief and anger erupting violently.
"Ah..."
He roared aloud, his mighty figure intimidating. He transformed into a stream of light, charging forward and shaking the eternal skies!
At this moment, his aura was unparalleled, incredibly powerful, incomparable, though his strength was declining, he could still battle the Immortal King!
