The chilling wind of desolation was merely the backdrop, the Demon King's corpse merely a setting.
Ji Zhaonan dragged his spear and walked away.
In white robe and silver armor, he turned his head amidst the blizzard!
Everything happened too suddenly, life and death truly were decided in an instant, within a single thought.
Shi Shanwen roared with all his might, Xi Yanbing hurled the round shield, each wielding their divine skills, but to no avail.
Chunyu Gui's sword transcended time, Ji Zhaonan's spear pierced the heart.
Mighty as the Sky King, Ying Kexun died cleanly and swiftly on the spot.
The lifelike ice sculpture shattered into frost in the next moment. That blood-red hook-bladed spear, too, was coated with frost, its blood color gradually disappearing.
The corpse of a Demon King vanished, and the extreme cold wind seemed even more biting.
The frost wind covered the top, pressing down for hundreds of thousands of feet.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
