As the aftershock dissipated, Hao Shixuan's dilapidated body appeared.
"Cough, cough!"
He felt a heat in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Instantly, his body fell forward uncontrollably.
With one hand supporting his collapsed body, he unwillingly looked at Wang Mang's back.
Just like that, Wang Mang's figure walked further and further away...
After a while, Wang Mang walked to the side of the Nether Clan's Holy Son who was like a dead dog.
Looking at the dazed Holy Son of the Netherworld, Wang Mang squatted down and patted his cheek.
"Where is the World Origin?"
After patting for a long time, a trace of light returned to the Holy Son's eyes.
Immediately, his pupils constricted and a terrified expression appeared on his face.
"Wh-what?"
At the same time, he crawled up shakily, wanting to escape into the distance.