At last—
Outside the south gate, the final earth-shattering explosion erupted!
In that direction, blazing fire shot straight into the clouds, sending mushroom-like clouds billowing outward.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The aftershocks of the explosion continued without end.
"Ha ha ha..."
Amid that thunderous roar, Yi Xingyin's laughter rang out from the starlit stage.
"Palace Lord!"
Li Tianming hurried inside.
The "stage" had already dimmed.
By the time Li Tianming arrived, the once graceful man looked as though he had aged many years.
He forced himself to stand, but his body was covered in cracks.
"Self-destructing the formation is a forbidden art among formation scribes. The fact that I didn't die is truly a miracle, haha!"
Even after such ruinous waste, the man was still laughing.
"The only pity is that my Saint Palace exploded. I only just became famous, and now I have to retire. It hurts..."
Li Tianming stood blankly before him.
He said it hurt, yet he did not look hurt in the slightest.
"Tianming, Tianming, hurry and help me!"
He excitedly came over and grabbed Li Tianming's hand. "Go check the south gate! See whether that stinking woman, the Dead Spirit Ghost King, is dead or not. There's no need to check the east and west gates—those two are definitely dead!"
"Hurry up! I want to know whether I, Yi Xingyin, slaughtered three or four of them!"
"Alright!"
Li Tianming nodded heavily.
He took one last look at the man. It was as though Yi Xingyin had already forgotten that, for a single act of destruction, he had faced death without flinching and ended up destroying his own Saint Palace.
He was immersed in joy because he had created a miracle!
He had yearned for all this so desperately!
He suddenly dropped to his knees. Such a