After Granny Bizhu died, her Glazed Water Tank slipped from her control and fell. Jiang Wang caught it, along with the Five-Colored Fish.
It landed right on top of her corpse, which was no longer recognizable as human.
Without its master and suddenly trapped beneath the tank, the Five-Colored Fish seemed confused. It darted wildly around inside the tank, which held no water.
The magical turbulence, torn apart by dozens of talismans, gradually dissipated.
The rushing torrents beneath their feet also scattered in every direction under the Lost Realm's laws, no one knew where they would flow.
The Lost Realm was a world of delusion. Life and death were both mysteries; every path was shrouded in confusion.
To every living thing that appeared here, this realm was cruel and merciless.
Bloodied from head to toe, Jiang Wang stood in midair with his arms hanging at his sides, blood dripping from him without pause.
During the bombardment, he had thrown all his strength into attacking and paid no heed to defense. His fists were slick with blood, his own bones exposed.
But he felt nothing but exhilaration!
Bizhu deserved to die!
No matter how sorrowful her past had been.
No matter whether she had truly cared for Zhu Biqiong.
Nothing could change the fact that she deserved to die.
Back in the Sea Prison, before moving the Stone Gate, Jiang Wang had given her one last chance with his question. If she had truly wanted to save Zhu Biqiong, there was still time to turn back.
After asking that question, Jiang Wang had already resolved to kill her.
Her every action at the End of the World Terrace had only driven his killing intent to a fever pitch.
No matter how long it took, he would come back to kill that