Hearing Luo Xiu's words, Wei Qingkuang's expression became somewhat peculiar.
"You killed it eight times? Then how is it still alive? Does it have eight lives?"
However, faced with Wei Qingkuang's soul-searching questions, Luo Xiu remained mysterious.
"This is what I wanted to show you."
Wei Qingkuang said, "This firework isn't pretty at all, it's actually quite terrifying."
Luo Xiu smiled without saying a word and slowly lifted his right hand to wave it.
Suddenly, purple light blossomed in his palm, forming mystical runes, then gathered into a light array in the void before him.
At the same time, a cold glint flickered in his left eye, and a trace of divine power quietly spilled over, blending into the light array.
Wei Qingkuang was intensely curious, not understanding Luo Xiu's intentions. Just as she was about to ask, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened at the magical scene in the sky.
In the sky.
