No. 9 had gone mad. His head of wild grass-like hair was hanging loose. Two streaks of cold lightning flashed across the dark starry sky of the abandoned land in the sky in his eyes, illuminating the land of desolation.
He roared. Primitive runes and sky-splitting symbols bloomed in his mouth. His body was entangled by a dense chain of order as he charged toward Madman Wu.
He was furious because he had bitten the wrong thigh. His teeth hurt, and the fist light was like dozens of suns exploding, illuminating the dark and cold ruins of the universe.
“Kill!”
Madman Wu was also going all out, trying to kill number nine.
Pu!
He opened his mouth, and a galaxy appeared. It was refined from the starlight of the primitive universe and fused with his own Great Dao. It was known to suppress the natural enemies.