Heavenly Gate Shattered

At this moment, the Young Prince's eyebrows twitched!

He knew that the heavenly gate that had been sealed for countless years had actually been shaken.

His heart was beating like a drum.

"Cough cough…"

Lowering his head and coughing out a mouthful of blood, Jian Wushuang's aura completely weakened and his chest caved in.

His Immortal body had been completely drained by the Emperor's fate energy, and he was no longer able to fight Bian Ziyuan.

A dark and ruthless aura spread throughout the entire void.

Bian Ziyuan rose into the air and arrived in front of him.

At this moment, the endless exquisite mist was completely revealed.

"Are you going to destroy your own fate energy, or do you want me to do it?" Bian Ziyuan said with a sinister smile.

Jian Wushuang raised his hand to wipe the divine blood from the corner of his mouth. His expression was still calm and emotionless. "You? You can't do it."