He could feel that the life force of the Cyan Wood Demon King was rapidly dwindling.
Even the heartwood had been ignited, which, even for plant-type demon beasts, was undoubtedly a fatal wound, hard to recover from.
But he didn't want to give up, even if there was only a sliver of hope, even if it meant abandoning this inheritance ruin, he didn't want to lose his brother.
Unfortunately, Lu Wenwu didn't give him this chance, raising his hand and unleashing a third punch.
The fierce Fist Gang was like a javelin, instantly spanning thousands of meters and violently piercing into the heartwood of the Cyan Wood Demon King.
Immediately, the heartwood exploded like the engine reactor of a spacecraft, triggering the simultaneous explosion of the Cyan Wood Demon King's already burning body.
This degree of explosion was no less than a demon king self-destructing directly.
