The sword gleamed;
Thunder illuminated the dark sky dome;
Xiao Huating's chanting abruptly stopped.
All the experts on the battlefield, gazing at Wang Jixuan, widened their eyes.
The projection above Wang Jixuan's head clearly showed the exchange and immediate separation between Zhi Hui and Wang Jixuan.
In the spire of the Second Base, Mu Dan's spiritual body left the mechanical divine body, coldly watching all this.
Wang Jixuan's left arm raised upwards, the Primordial Spirit child was pierced out of his body by the sword tip, a horrific wound ran from his left rib through to his right shoulder, blood had yet to surge out when the Primordial Spirit was pierced by the sword tip, transforming into strands of Immortal Light, drilling back into Wang Jixuan's body.
He bowed his head, glanced down, with a hint of relief in his eyes, seemingly saying:
'Ah, so this is death.'
Wang Jixuan's body slowly knelt down, kneeling on the clouds.
"Wang!"
"Jixuan!"
