"Hahaha, so that was how it was. Damn it, damn it, what a blunder. Hahaha, a clown... I never imagined that I was the clown. My destiny has not yet run out—no, that was not it. It turned out I never had any destiny from beginning to end. Ahhh, I'm disappearing. Is there nothing to be done? Was I wrong after all, Master?"
While Shen Fei was wondering about Zhang Jiao's disappearance, Zhang Jiao suddenly burst into loud laughter. At that moment, he seemed to have figured something out, but unfortunately, in the next instant, his body turned into yellow sand and vanished without a trace.
"Master?" Shen Fei slowly repeated the word Zhang Jiao had spoken before disappearing. At the same time, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed his mind, and a vague notion surfaced within it.
"Enemy Servant confirmed eliminated. It seems my Noble Phantasm did not get much of a chance to shine." The Assassin who had been hiding nearby suddenly revealed himself. There was a hint of regret in his voice that Zhang Jiao had not died by his hand.
"This kind of disappearance does not look like a return to the Throne of Heroes. A clone?" Although the Assassin believed Zhang Jiao had been eliminated, Shen Fei was not so quick to agree. Just as he was about to speak, however, the ground and the surrounding walls suddenly began to shake violently.
"Emergency! Emergency! This fortress is about to collapse!" At that moment, Xu Fu rushed in from outside with a nervous expression.
"Come, come, let us warmly welcome the arrival of this delightful and joyous time of collapse. That old man seems to have designed this fortress to automatically crumble the moment he dies."
"Self-destruction is a man's dream." As Xu Fu spoke, Zhang