章節 1839: Soul Burn

"It's too late!"

Although it was three simple words, they seemed to have given Fortress Master Hong Tian his death sentence.

"It's too late?"

Fortress Master Hong Tian lowered his head and he seemed to feel remorseful. However, all of a sudden, Fortress Master Hong Tian's body expanded fiercely and his body was like a ferocious beast from the past and it dashed out instantly. He then bellowed furiously, "Then you shall die first!"

Fortress Master Hong Tian's expression was hideous, like a cornered beast's.

His hands then unleashed a ray of black light. The ray of black light was ice-cold and it headed toward Jian Wushuang's head immediately with an infinite amount of coldness.

The speed of the ray of black light was actually faster than the Hong Jun Golden Sword's extremely fast speed.

"I knew that you would do this," Jian Wushuang's eyes turned grave.