As his wounds slowly healed, the pain had significantly lessened, though the healing process was not fast.
"Hehehe, let me deliver your final strike, bid farewell to this world. I wanted to play with you a bit longer in torment, but it seems your body can hardly take a hit." The Immortal King's sinister laugh, like a sharp sword, pierced Liu Mou's ears.
"Nihility Space, Absorb!" The Immortal King sinisterly intoned, and then his hands quickly shifted, forming a stylish Rune on his chest. In the next moment, a deep purple glow burst from his hands, slowly extending forward, and after a moment, from the palm center, tiny space cracks gradually spread out in all directions.
At the very center, the dark purple spacetime slowly expanded, and while it expanded, a sharp horn-like object appeared, gradually enlarging. In the middle of the horn, there seemed to be a human face, twisted in agony.