Darkness swirled.
Twisted.
Wriggling.
Yang City seemed to have transformed into a terrifying monster, with evil nature and horror flowing beneath the pitch-black curtain.
"Is he dead?" Bai Yue asked.
Half an hour passed.
The endless curses ground away.
She could no longer sense Jiang Qiao's aura within the darkness.
"He should be dead."
Fierce Sun frowned.
"Darkness" was the Supernatural Space he had created, the manifestation of his rules. In theory, he should have had complete knowledge of everything happening inside.
But strangely.
At this moment, he was somewhat uncertain.
In fact.
He had indeed sensed Jiang Qiao's aura gradually vanishing. There was no problem with that.
Clear as day.
Plain as could be.
Yet for some reason, he always felt that the disappearance of that aura had been inexplicably abrupt at the very end. Jiang Qiao's struggle inside had not been as fierce as he had imagined, either.
"Was he exhausted?"
Fierce Sun thought.
"He faced the three of us with Ninth Rank strength. No matter how astonishing he was, he couldn't possibly keep it up for long."
Stellar spoke.
"Ultimately running out of strength is only natural."
"Besides, resistance was useless."
"Rather than fall into our hands, he might as well give up and let himself die with some dignity."
"A very correct choice."
He had also sensed Jiang Qiao's aura disappear.
Though it was somewhat strange.
The other party's consciousness had never reached the degree of confusion he had expected, right up to the end.
But there was an explanation for that.
In his view.
The other party had probably killed himself at the final moment.
Since he couldn't win.
Why suffer humiliation?
It was better to free himself.
"That makes sense." Fierce Sun observed carefully for a while before agreeing with Stellar's explanation. He truly