In the Buddhist Kingdom, the battle that had drawn the attention of the human world finally reached its end. The two extremes collided, and a terrifying explosion erupted, reducing heaven and earth to chaos.
The dreadful aftershock swept outward, shattering vast stretches of empty space piece by piece. Those who failed to evade it in time were all dragged into the void and vanished without a trace.
It was a world-shaking sight. Above the battlefield, Mu Qianshang, Lin Yuzhen, and the others, who had avoided the explosive aftershock first, looked at the horrifying scene below. Stormy waves churned in their hearts, and they could not suppress their shock.
After the extreme clash, the aftershocks in the void gradually dispersed. Then, a figure fell from the sky and crashed onto the earth with a loud thud.
Faint golden light scattered from the defeated man's body bit by bit. The Saint Essence dissipated, returning to darkness.
Ahead, the victor stood proudly. Suddenly, a torrent of blood burst forth, dyeing the sky red.
"Luojia!"
"Knowing Fate!"
At that moment, outside the battlefield, figures from the Underworld and the kings of the Sacred Domain flashed over at high speed, arriving at the sides of the two men respectively.
Bang!
In the void, the black Mad Bone Blade in Ning Chen's hand shattered with a sound. Having exhausted all its spiritual energy in the final impact, it completely dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Luojia!"
Below, the master of the Twelfth Palace helped up the gravely wounded Luojia, his expression anxious.
"I am fine."
Luojia sat up and looked at the young man in the sky. "You won."
"You let me win."
In the air, Ning Chen waved his hand and put away the Ghost Sword. "Please withdraw your troops."
Luojia staggered to his feet and