The battle in the sky was exceptionally fierce. The Human Race's ten prodigies fought the Devil Race's ten prodigies, and for a time, neither side could do anything to the other.
After all, they were peerless prodigies of their respective races. Such a deadlock was only to be expected.
Ye Lin walked step by step into the sky. With every step he took, a golden lotus bloomed beneath his foot.
"Heavens... Mo Xin actually died. Mo Xin actually fell."
"Something huge has happened. Mo Xin was the prodigy the Devil Race of the Northern Demon Domain cared about most—the one they had placed their highest hopes on. Yet he actually fell here. The entire Demon Domain is about to undergo tremendous upheaval."
"So this is the battle between prodigies? Either you die or I perish. It's far too terrifying."
"Blood Baleful, the Human Race's supreme prodigy."
Only when Ye Lin walked into the sky step by step with his hands clasped behind his back did the spectators around them finally react.
Mo Xin—the supreme prodigy upon whom the Devil Race of the Northern Demon Domain had placed such high hopes—had died just like that.
Every supreme prodigy was an absolute treasure to their race. Now that Mo Xin had fallen here, the entire Demon Domain was bound to undergo enormous changes.
For a moment, everyone stared in disbelief at that blood-red figure.
Defeating Yan Batian and slaying Mo Xin—either achievement alone was enough to shake the world.
Those were supreme prodigies—supreme prodigies that a race might not produce even a single one of. Yet one had now been killed.
Thump... thump... thump.
Just then, dull booms continuously rang out through the tranquil sky, each one resembling the beat of a heart.
"N-No, my heart—my Primordial Spirit!"
At that moment, a