Far away, atop a mountain peak, Luo Xingchen watched this scene with a dazed expression.
Sacred King was dead? Even now, Luo Xingchen still found it hard to believe. Yet Sacred King was truly gone, and the luck and merit that had been bestowed upon him had vanished as well.
Was Sacred King really dead? Just like that?
Luo Xingchen did not know what he felt.
At that moment, several powerful figures headed toward Luo Xingchen. He took a deep breath, then vanished from the spot in a flash.
Was Zhong Shan really dead?
When he fell into the Black Hole, Zhong Shan had indeed been incomparably weak. By all rights, if he fell into the Black Hole, he would have been beyond saving. Zhong Shan forced himself to remain conscious, wanting to evade this calamity, but this calamity was simply too great.
The Black Hole of the Great Chiliocosm World—what sort of crushing force did it possess?
Just as Zhong Shan was about to resist, a warm current suddenly seeped through his chest. Rings of Azure Light surged out from his chest.
It was the Demon Summoning Banner—the Demon Summoning Banner that had been hidden in Zhong Shan's chest all along.
The Demon Summoning Banner shot out a vast amount of Azure Light, forming a huge azure cocoon. The cocoon rapidly wrapped Zhong Shan within.
Lying inside the cocoon, Zhong Shan immediately felt the pressure lessen. The Azure Light slowly seeped into his body, and an indescribable sense of comfort enveloped him from head to toe.
At the same time as the comfort came, his earlier exhaustion flooded his mind. Zhong Shan's eyes drooped, and he passed out.
That Black Hole was completely filled as well. Zhong Shan vanished from everyone's sight.
Luo Xingchen disappeared. In another valley.
Ying,