Chapter 638: One Strike To Break Fate
This was a strike of absolute solemnity. There was no technique. Only raw emotion. The saber light tore through the sky like a cascading ribbon that could cleave the heavens.
The flash of the blade appeared and vanished in a blink. Yet, it left a scar in the sky that refused to fade. The once unbroken clouds now resembled a sheet of paper that was severed cleanly in two.
The Divine Envoy was horrified as his laughter caught in his throat. Every pore on his body screamed in sheer alarm like his entire being was on the verge of being torn apart.
In that critical moment, a golden aura reflexively surged from his body in an attempt to shield him completely.
But he felt something as the saber light passed through. Dazed, he lowered his head. A faint line of blood had appeared across his waist and abdomen. Tiny beads of crimson, as fine as pinpricks, welled up on his skin.
"I..."
He barely managed to utter a word before the blood suddenly burst forth. A thin, misty crimson arc sprayed wildly into the air, like an uncontrolled fountain.
His hand slapped down on his wound. At the same time, he retrieved a long-cherished brown war horn from his robes. With every ounce of strength left in his body, he brought it to his lips and blew with desperate force.
"Aooong—!" A deep, resounding horn blast echoed across heaven and earth.
The sound seemed to transcend time and space. It was like the howl of a Kui Ox from the primordial wilderness, emanating from the depths of ancient history—vast, desolate, and eternal.
"Base Planet 89876 has birthed a Primal God heart." The Divine Envoy sent out a message through the brown war horn.