Inside the Main Hall, a cacophony instantly arose, and the faces of the crowd were filled with awe.
On usual days, Xing Fujun sat high and mighty, possessing great authority within the Black Prison, with over five hundred True Realm Experts under his command, not to mention countless more in the Refining Realm.
Such an entity, if placed outside, would undoubtedly be a Grand Frontier Official, a one-square hegemon.
Yet, in front of the Master of Dark Prison, he couldn't even control his own life and death.
"Ah ah ah ah..."
The Ten Thousand Talismans Armor was completely scrapped, falling off Xing Fujun's body like a shriveled cowhide, smeared with sticky blood and flesh.
Xing Fujun coughed up blood, under the pressure of such terrifying power, his bones began to shatter, emitting a creaking sound, and his internal organs also began to break apart.
This kind of injury was strikingly similar to what Zhou Dao had experienced in the Species Realm.