"Running? Too late."
Ye Lin sneered. If Iron Fist had fled earlier, he might not have had any way to stop him. But running now? Wasn't it far too late?
Eight Suns had stood too high above everyone for too long; their arrogance ran too deep.
"Since that's the case, let me show you my archery."
After saying that, Ye Lin took a fiery red longbow from his Spatial Ring. Slowly, he aimed it at Iron Fist's retreating back and drew the bow slightly.
The longbow was drawn into a full moon. Behind Ye Lin, a fiery red phantom of a Phoenix appeared. The Phoenix phantom threw back its head and gave a piercing cry, flames capable of burning all things blazing around its body.
"Go."
As Ye Lin released his fingers, the Phoenix phantom behind him let out an incomparably resonant cry. Wherever it passed, even space itself was burned away.
"What is this?"
Feeling the lethal danger at his back, Iron Fist turned around—and his soul nearly fled his body in terror.
A thunderous explosion rang out, and even the ground beneath their feet shook violently.
Iron Fist died.
Only after sensing his life aura vanish did Ye Lin put away the longbow.
That arrow had not only killed Iron Fist, but mercilessly obliterated even his Primordial Spirit.
Seeing Iron Fist die, the beings of every race watching from above the clouds revealed looks of shock, each one filled with disbelief.
They could not believe that Iron Fist had died.
Eight Suns had been like dark clouds hanging above everyone's heads, but now the clouds had scattered, and the lofty suns had fallen.
At this moment, the heavens had changed.
And Iron Fist's fall seemed to be nothing more than a signal. One great phenomenon after another continuously