The prayers and hopes of hundreds of millions of spectators could not change the outcome of this Death Duel.
As Yi Chen kept attacking from afar, Ke Xier's body completely collapsed and was destroyed.
His Divine Soul flew out of his body, carrying endless unwillingness.
Beyond that unwillingness, a faint trace of confusion surfaced in his eyes.
He had lost!
Utterly and completely lost.
Even his body had not been preserved. Only his Divine Soul remained.
For the first time in his life, he tasted despair.
And when he had signed up to apply for this duel, he never could have imagined that he would lose this Death Duel.
His opponent was five minor realms below him.
An opponent of that level—even if he ranked among the top few of the Earth Tree Race and was a super genius with the potential to contend for the position of Tribal Chief in the future—was someone he had been confident he could defeat.
Even if the other party held a Supreme Treasure, he had believed he could find a way to deal with it.
Countless times of surviving desperate straits had allowed him to remain calm and rational at all times, even against opponents far stronger than himself, and to hold fast to the belief that he would win.
He truly could not believe that he had actually lost to an opponent without a Supreme Treasure, who was also five minor realms beneath him.
But the facts were right in front of him.
His body had been destroyed, which almost meant he was powerless to reverse the situation.
Whoosh...
A glimmering white light flashed past and vanished.
His Mind Consciousness dispersed with it.
Yi Chen used a strand of Sword Qi to tear his Divine Soul to pieces.
Then he waved his