The black-robed Emperor finally turned into ashes, leaving no trace of breath behind.
Ever since Jian Wushuang stepped into the seventh layer of the Ultimate Sword Dao, some structures within the Immortal Array gradually became less suitable for him. However, there hadn't been much time for improvements.
Now it seemed that he wouldn't have the opportunity for that anymore.
The towering demonic incarnation of the heavens destroyed half of the Beishan City. The city lord, who presided over this place, had long fled to the depths of Zhangzhou with his people, afraid to show his face.
Fearful that Liuyang would go mad and slaughter him too.
Crack!
Jian Wushuang's body, pushed to the limit, radiated a colorful halo.