章節 1962: Celestial King Bloodstone

This was not Ling Han's ability, but rather the Black Tower's might.

When the flow of time slowed down to the maximum, the result was… immobility!

Shua, the Divine Demon Sword swept out, and with a pu, a high-quality hog's head flew skywards out of nowhere. However, it instantly vanished, and the body of the hog also collapsed, similarly breaking into bits and pieces, and leaving behind only a single stone as red as blood.

Hu, hu, hu. Ling Han used the Divine Demon Sword like a cane, continuously panting, his expression very ugly.

The price for using this move was too massive, exhausting him completely. It was not only his Origin Power, but also his soul. His whole person seemed to have become a blank piece of paper, where the only thing remaining was emptiness.