"Dark Taoist Fruit, you... you won't die a good death," someone struggled and roared.
However, the Dark Taoist Fruit ignored him, laughing with a pale face.
His gaze looked toward the position above the firmament.
There, the blood color had already taken shape.
It seemed that a terrifying power was being nurtured, and something started to emerge from the blood color.
The entire Eighteenth Blade Prison had been sacrificed.
Even the three Dao Fruit powerhouses led by the Gravity Taoist Fruit couldn't escape this formation.
One by one, they fell to the ground, weak and powerless.
They looked at the Dark Taoist Fruit with resentment.
"You don't understand. Even if I don't kill you, he will," the Dark Taoist Fruit laughed.
"If we're going to die anyway, why not use our last strength to fight?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Zimei instead nodded approvingly.
"Indeed, I quite admire you."
"To fight to the death is the best outcome."
