C652 Ninety Nine Eighty-one Purple Thunderbolts

The eyes of Tian Dao's son and the soul were already bloodshot from killing.

It was clear that there would be no end to this fight. No one would be able to escape, and the only option left was to fight to the death.

No matter who it was, if they were to relax now, what awaited them would be certain death without a burial ground.

"Boom …"

In the sky