All of a sudden, his right arm exploded into a haze of blood by the lightning-like strike of Meng Hao’s finger.
“Undying God Magic!” Dao-Heaven cried in terror. Blood-red light rose up from his body, transforming into a magical symbol which slammed into Meng Hao’s finger. The magical symbol trembled, but didn’t break, and the mighty force of Meng Hao’s finger attack sent Dao-Heaven tumbling backward.
In the blink of an eye, he had flown over the border between the Fifth Nation and the Fourth Nation. Once in the Fourth Nation, Dao-Heaven’s magical symbol finally shattered. Blood sprayed out of his mouth, and his expression turned haggard. However, his desire to fight was not lessened at all. He threw his head back and howled as Meng Hao charged through the national barrier and flew toward him.
“Meng Hao, you can’t kill me! How much longer can you hold out? Once you leave that state, you’re dead!” Dao-Heaven coughed up chunks blood, and as Meng Hao closed in on him, performed an incantation gesture with his right hand, then waved his hand in front of him. Immediately, the air in front of him rumbled and shattered as a black streak of light flew out.
It was none other than a scroll painting, Dao-Heaven’s Paragon magic!
“Paragon Painting, open!”
Rumbling sounds could be heard as the scroll painting began to open up in front of Meng Hao. This time, it didn’t open thirty percent, but instead, seventy percent!
As soon as Meng Hao laid eyes on the unfurling scroll painting, it revealed a land filled with killing intent. In the middle of the land was a statue of a young man in a black robe, sitting there cross-legged. He had long hair that draped down onto the land upon which he sat.
Rising up from was an indescribably cold murderous aura.