Suddenly, there was only himself left.
The Divine Hidden Demon God was silent.
"Dragon Emperor bless me, even if I am the only one left here, I can still fight through this Hell!"
He stood tall in the Hell World, unleashing an endless storm that swept through the Cycle, where Dao and reason were chaotic and hard to take form.
Suddenly, it started to rain in the Hell World.
The rain drizzled like silk and threads floating in the sky.
Dimly, it drifted down like a veil over the barren wasteland without magic.
Silk threads were soft, yet carried a murderous intent.
Each thread was sharp as it could be, each drop like thousands of Divine Swords, slicing through the heavens.
"Fengdu!"
The dense curtain of rain swirled into a True Dragon.
The long hair of the Divine Hidden Demon God flowed in the wind and rain, his eyes blood-red, staring through the misty rain at the figure above the sky.
"Why shout so loud?"
Xuanqing leisurely took out the Evil Mirror.
