When Xie Tian told Luo Xiuxiu with a smile that out of the seven Rash Emperors, six had died, and the last one was about to join her, Luo Xiuxiu's hope, which had only existed for two short breaths, shattered.
From then on, Luo Xiuxiu lost all her courage to pursue freedom, sitting collapsed in the passageway, her eyes dull and lifeless.
Xie Tian ignored Luo Xiuxiu, put away the essence blood, and scanned the front.
Finding that Xie Ren had already chased shadowlessly, he withdrew his gaze and started contemplating what he should think about after the final battle.
He was not concerned about Xie Ren.
After all, during the final battle, Xie Ren's burst was unrivaled below the Immortal Venerables.
"The journey in burial soil was fruitful for Xie Ren, plus digesting the hand of Emperor Luohou brought considerable recovery..."
Even so, when he thought of the four emperors and three supremes dying at Xie Ren's hands, Xie Tian was still shocked.
