The souls of the assassins seemed to have completely melted in the lava.
They could not even let out a muffled groan. Their eyes rolled back and they fell limply to the ground.
The scene was dead silent.
Only the sound of burning flesh and dried branches could be heard.
Between the thick smoke, flames, blood, and broken limbs, the new and old Deity Realm warriors faced each other in silence.
The white-haired ghost's bloodshot eyes reflected a new Deity Realm warrior with tall stature, strength, vigor, and full vitality. It was as if no power could stop him.
This figure reminded the white-haired ghost of himself from thirty to forty years ago.
No, he was more perfect and more powerful than the blind man who was without sight and groping around at that time.
Meng Chao also recognized him through his messy white hair, twisted facial features, and complicated facial expressions.