This was the truth, after all, in later generations, Zheng Chu and Xue Qing had long been dead.
Until he reversed ancient history and returned to the ancient times, Sun-Eroding Cry was still healthy, with vital energy as strong as a dragon.
Chu Zheng turned and left without looking back or offering more explanations, tearing through the barriers of space-time, directly returning to the battlefield.
At this moment, Sun-Eroding Cry, after repeated battles, was already at the end of his strength, his martial body shattered, barely clinging to life.
Chu Zheng's appearance was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. With an expressionless face, a surge of chaotic qi turned into a Tao Sword in his hand, mercilessly striking towards Sun-Eroding Cry once more.
"Enough," Chu Zheng transmitted his voice.
Sun-Eroding Cry gave him a deep look, his eyes complex and hard to understand, voluntarily releasing the last restraint on his own Heavenly Fate.
