Li Yuanting, who was held in his arms, finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.
At this time, Li Yuanhao also slowly woke up, and upon opening his eyes, he saw two figures embracing each other in the void, and a large grave beside the man with the inscription "Tomb of White War God Bai Yuanhao."
Tears immediately filled his eyes, and he staggered to his feet, flying towards the void.
Su Mo naturally noticed her movements and, in a flash, appeared before him: "Yuanhao, how are you?"
Li Yuanhao pressed his lips together and shook his head without speaking, his gaze fixed on the large grave in the void.
Su Mo sighed, reached out, and held him in his arms. Li Yuanhao struggled for a moment and then collapsed on Su Mo's shoulder: "My master is gone~"
The voice was mournful and bleak, truly heart-wrenching for listeners, bringing tears to their eyes.
Su Mo gently patted his shoulder: "I have avenged him."
"Wuwuwu~ It's all my fault, if only I..."
