Had the Astral Realm been broken?
When the seven-in-one Astral Realm suddenly vanished, most of the Primordial Chaos Clan naturally thought so. Deep down, they still dared to believe Sifang Beichen was stronger...
But!
Anyone with a slightly higher cultivation level and a keen enough eye could tell that the Astral Realm had not shattered at all.
Li Tianming had withdrawn it himself!
Shattering and withdrawal pointed to two utterly different outcomes—opposite extremes.
Amid the uproar and wild cheers, the sound of a golden Primordial Chaos head thudding across the ground was painfully clear.
With every thud, the laughter of the crowd behind Sifang Beichen grew a little quieter.
Thud, thud, thud!
The golden head had been struck so hard that it rolled several times along the inner wall of the battlefield barrier. It spun past the spectators again and again, the radiance of its Shangyu-class Chongyang Primordial Chaos Eye flashing unmistakably before them.
At the same time, Sifang Beichen's panicked, unsettled cries rang out close by, audible through all the noise.
"B-Beichen...!"
The thousand-odd geniuses of Tianyuan Camp did not even know they had helped bring this about. They were still laughing as they watched Sifang Beichen's head roll past their eyes...
Many missed it at first. But it rolled so many times that they all saw it in the end!
Yueli Youlan, Hang Chen, Su Changying, and the others looked as though their own heads had been severed. Their faces turned to stone, the heads perched on their necks as lifeless as corpses'.
It was hard to imagine the shock that rolling head dealt them.
To be stabbed just when you were happiest—unless you had felt it yourself, you could scarcely understand. But Sifang Beichen's supporters were feeling that heart-rending pain now.
Twice since the battle began!
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