Ling Yan initiated a self-destruction.
The terrifying light enveloped the entire tower.
"No—!"
Ling Xiao shouted, rising into the air and rushing towards the tower.
The nine hundred thousand dare-to-die army did not obstruct him.
How could they possibly react in time?
Ling Xiao was too fast, crossing over a thousand meters in almost an instant, arriving near the tower.
Boom!
The terrifying roar still sounded, and Ling Xiao stood silently in mid-air.
In his mind, scenes of meeting Ling Yan, becoming friends, and finally becoming brothers, flashed continuously.
Did he really die like that?
The smoke finally dissipated, and Ling Xiao's figure flashed like a cannonball, slamming heavily onto the tower.
Even if Ling Yan was truly dead, he had to collect Ling Yan's remains.
Even if the corpse had turned into fragments, he couldn't let his good brother be denied a proper burial.
He saw a golden egg.
With the Tai Chi Eye, he saw it contained the soul aura of Ling Yan.
