"It's bro… broken…"
Zhong Yue let himself fell back freely and sat on the surface of the sea, staring vacantly at the copper lamp in his hands. Half of the Divine Wing Saber was in the lamp oil of the copper lamp while the lamp cover had closed. The other half of the Divine Wing Saber had disappeared into the black hole, taken away by the Kun Peng Race experts on the Celestial Wood Star.
The black hole started shrinking, while on the other end, Zhong Yue saw the ancestor spirit clutching the broken saint weapon, stomping with fury while the other Kun Peng Race magnates were also flying into a rage. Hurricanes and thunderbolts erupted out as if an apocalypse was happening.
"I've really broken it in half…"
Chills were sent down his spine continually. Zhong Yue murmured, "Is the Divine Wing Saber a saint weapon, or this tattered lamp a saint weapon? This copper lamp just chopped off the Divine Wing Saber like chopping tofu … Xin Huo, Xin Huo!"
