Spirit Controller

At the top of the imperial city, the killing situation has been decided. Ran Qingxuan was covered in blood and stood in the middle of the ruins. The nine-headed dragon beast was lying on its side, its scales broken and its panting thunderous. Above the head, one hundred and eight high-grade spiritual masters formed a formation to seal off the world. In front of them, nine powerful people in the Earth Spirit Realm were as oppressive as an abyss. "Ran Qingxuan, I will capture you without any effort. If you destroy your cultivation, you can save your life." He smiled. Blood-stained fingers brushed the drooped head of the dragon beside him. "Surrender?" The sharp light in his eyes suddenly burned. "Then... Let's die together!" Nine dragon shadows rose into the sky, and the dragon beads burst out with light of destruction. "No! They're going to blow themselves up—" The warning was swallowed up by the roar of the dragon. Ran Qingxuan opened his arms and his laughter shook the sky: "Use my broken body to burn all enemies!" The sky and the earth are pale. Only the sun of destruction burst into bloom over the imperial city.