Flesh and blood flew in all directions, a smear of shocking crimson staining the earth.
The Primordial Gang Qi, like the vast sky, seemed to envelop the entire Lost Tomb Site. Its terrifying pressure crushed and annihilated the scattered blood energy.
"Zhoudao... why is your power..."
At this moment, less than a third of Wu Xuanxin's life remained. He bore a shattered skull, with ominous black gas writhing inside his exposed brain like worms.
His eyes were wide with anger as he stared steadfastly at Zhoudao, filled with rage, unwillingness, and shock.
Wu Xuanxin never dreamed that after surviving countless tribulations and receiving continuous fortune, even obtaining the power bestowed by the Abyss Ancestor, he had already undergone a complete transformation.
Such a Wu Xuanxin had reached an unprecedented pinnacle of strength, capable of utterly dominating his peers.
Yet even so, he was still pathetically weak in front of Zhoudao, like a mere insect.