In the dim sky, clouds churned and the pressure from the god pressed down on Xu Qing's body.
His mind continued to buzz, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He lost the ability to fly and fell to the decaying ground.
The moment he landed, the internal organs in his body churned and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Blood oozed out of all his seven orifices, and the tremendous pressure caused cracks to appear on his body
His flesh burst open.
His white Sword Holder Daoist robe was dyed red from the inside out in the blink of an eye.
While the intense pain was spreading through his entire body, Xu Qing struggled to lift his head and stared at the distant horizon.
At the end of his vision, other than the hundreds of souls that were like sacrifices, there were more than ten faintly discernible green fog swimming in all directions. They were like dragons and snakes, emitting waves of roars that echoed in all directions.