Sirius Froststar had never seen flaming meteors before.
That violent roar directly tore through Ye Lingfeng's eardrums, robbing him of his hearing for more than twenty breaths. The entire world abruptly plunged into utter silence.
He felt the insignificance of human life.
The Sirius ghoul gods above him had been wiped out.
The Sirius ghoul gods around him had likewise been wiped out.
Only some below him had kept their lives, but they had mostly lost arms and legs and all fighting strength.
No matter how valiant a clan was, at this moment, they all wailed as they fled downward, destined to live their entire lives beneath the shadow of this fiery explosion.
That dazzling nine-colored firework in the sky would become the lifelong nightmare of countless Sirius ghoul gods.
Twenty breaths seemed like an eternity.
At last, Ye Lingfeng slowly regained his hearing.
Someone was speaking by his ear.
It was Silver Dust.
It said, "Little Feng, charge."
Charge!
Silver Dust's voice was mechanical.
It could only imitate Li Tianming's tone as best it could.
Its imitation was not convincing.
Yet those two words left the youth standing there in a daze.
This was the third time he had cried today.
But only this time was he happiest, because even the last trace of struggle within him had vanished.
The man who had once warned him not to touch his life soul, after witnessing everything Ye Lingfeng had endured through Silver Dust's eyes, had spoken those two words.
Even amid annihilation and countless hardships, he had directly used the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb to illuminate the road ahead for him.
Charge!
No matter how much Li Tianming struggled in his heart, at least at this moment, it showed that he respected Ye Lingfeng and understood him.
To Ye Lingfeng, that