A few minutes later, the rumbling gradually subsided, and the shaking ground returned to calm. Everyone looked up at the sky. An Yiqing's face was deathly pale, with blood at the corner of her lips. She sat cross-legged on the back of the Vermilion Bird, her gaze fixed in the direction where the light cluster dissipated.
The light gradually disappeared, and Michael's figure finally emerged. His face was equally pale, and his white robe was in tatters. At this moment, he floated in mid-air, eyes closed, and large patches of crimson adorned his robe.
Under everyone's gaze, a golden glow gradually emanated from his body. Then, his body slowly became transparent in the light, eventually vanishing without a trace.
Dead?
Dead!
An Yiqing actually killed a god!
Everyone was horrified!
