"Cough! Cough cough cough!"
Elder Tang of the Absolute Sect, clutching the blood hole in his chest, coughed so hard he almost kneeled to the ground.
Releasing the hand covering his mouth, his palm was already full of thick black blood.
Is it... reaching the limit...
Rumble!
Thunder lit up, illuminating the headless corpse at Elder Tang's feet.
Pouring rain washed over the earth, and also over the battered Tianyuan Town, as if it had been swept by a mudslide.
Ultimately, one must accept aging...
Thud.
Elder Tang completely collapsed, vitality slowly fading away.
Step.
A faint ripple of waves spread beside him.
"...Is it done?"
Elder Tang rasped out, his breath growing weaker.
"Yes."
Lord Lan, covered in wounds and rarely in such a sorry state, responded calmly at this moment.
Then, he glanced sideways at the old man on the ground, gradually losing his life.
"It's a pity, you won't see the new world."
Beside Lord Lan were two freshly discarded corpses.
