At this moment, the Quasi-Saint battle over there finally came to an end.
Under the combined assault of the Great Ming King and Ksitigarbha,
Golden Cicada's Nine Grade Lotus Platform was shattered.
Along with his transparent wings, it was also blown apart.
Crimson-gold blood rained down from the sky,
like a meandering torrent, descending to the earth, igniting in flames.
Golden Cicada fell into the plain, cracking the stones with a stunning impact.
When he struggled to climb out of the ravine,
both the Great Ming King and Ksitigarbha were already looking down from above.
"Merit Buddha, blame me not for being ruthless, if blame is to be placed, it can only rest with Tathagata, who elevated you to a position you didn't deserve."
"As the Confucian Saint said, unworthy of the title, disaster is certain."
"Today, ultimately, this is the bitter fruit you have sown yourself."
"No one else is to blame."
