As Zhang Siyun was wrapped up in the black cloak, hē sent blood-colored light pulsing out nine times in a row. A scream rang out from the cloak, and then it transformed into the color of blood. A moment later, it flew in the opposite direction. However, at the same time, a loud gulping sound could be heard, and then Zhang Siyun’s voice suddenly changed in pitch and timbre.3

“I smelled you earlier. How could I have guessed that you would be patient enough to wait until now to act?”3

Emperor Ancient Spirit’s pupils constricted as a crown of thorns suddenly appeared overhead. Within the crown were countless eyes, filled with anguish and anticipation as they looked at Emperor Ancient Spirit.0

The crown fell.0

Emperor Ancient Spirit’s eyes blurred. Hē was a person who had once conquered all of Revered Ancient, so there was no way hē would get flustered in a crisis. After staring at Zhang Siyun briefly, hē self-detonated, transforming into a huge pile of flesh and blood.2

At the same time, Zhang Siyun transformed as well. The neck wound which had just healed burst open again,...0