Within Mo City, it has become a ruin.
Li Che donned the Yama Mask, split into black and white, his dark and vigorous hair danced wildly, stained with golden qi-blood, a massive baking furnace hung suspended behind him.
Like someone from myth who pursued the scorching sun, bearing it on his back, his qi-blood was terrifyingly close to overflowing, as if a Dragon King was on a royal tour!
Mo City was far more powerful and resilient than before, yet in the face of a half-step Martial God level battle, it could hardly withstand, like being completely upheaved and thrown over.
Under Li Che's eyes, there was no emotional fluctuation.
The black robe on his body fluttered fiercely, his physical body was swelling, muscles pulsating continuously, like an inflated balloon, tendons and bones trembled on his body as if a Jiao Long, just a slight movement would erupt with a sound akin to the full stretch of a strong bow releasing with a fierce explosion.
