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Dead!
The furious King of the Holy Sect of Mercy, Grandmaster Jing Yanhua, who had cultivated in the True Form Realm for over thirty years, was dead just like that?
Yu Jianghe and his disciple Yu Liushui rubbed their eyes, their faces filled with shock as they looked toward the area where the massive seal had vanished.
Just moments ago, Jing Yanhua had stood right there, manifesting a hundred-zhang tall King's form, his presence so astonishing that they couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance, overwhelmed by a sense of sheer despair.
But now, there was only a huge square pit.
Three zhang deep, it was completely empty!
All that remained were strands of golden light, containing tremendous pressure, flickering in and out of existence.
Simply by looking at these golden lights, Yu Jianghe and Yu Liushui felt their hearts pounding, their scalps tingling, and even their breathing became somewhat difficult.
