Despair Island.
The beams of blood light carried the hope of surviving as if they had the will of creatures, turning into the eternal fire of Karma and burning the gray clouds.
Yang Tian Emperor had a cold face, his mouth stiff. His red eyes were filled with valorous determination, as sign of the confidence he had accumulated after many battles. It was the blood of a great fighter.
Above his head, a dark layer of desperation towered. However, it had the hope of life like a holy, fiery flame burning and rolling.
The Despair power Upanishad sublimated instantly. A brutal energy twirled around him. His skeletons sounded like a firecracker. Within a short moment, his energy increased one level!
Xuan He's eyes sparkled. "He has a breakthrough!"
Shi Yan was frightened. He focused and saw Yang Tian Emperor's soul altar.