The Heavenly Master was also grievously injured and on the brink of death. At the last moment, he took out an Immortal Talisman and called upon the Celestial Thunder Tribulation, forcibly dragging two Demon Emperors with him to face the calamity. One died and one was injured.
"Soul, return... Soul, return..."
The intangible chanting continued, and the light surrounding Wang Xiu grew increasingly brilliant. Countless indistinct figures appeared in the void, vast and mighty.
It was almost done, but something was still missing. This final step wasn't supposed to take very long, yet at such a crucial moment, even a single breath felt as long as ten thousand years.
One meteor after another streaked across the sky. Demon Sea Island welcomed its first autumn rain of the year. The cold wind was bleak and the raindrops were ice-cold, carrying the stench of blood.
