It was clear what Jevan Cox meant.
Heather Sage had fallen!
"No!"
Braydon Neal's veins bulged on his neck, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked at Jevan. Braydon had always been proud. He had been famous in Hansworth since he was young, and he was full of glory. At this moment, his eyes were pleading. He said hoarsely, "Save her, save her!"
"Young Master, the strike of a supreme pinnacle destroyed all the vitality in her body, and she died on the spot. Even the Sovereign Lord couldn't have saved her!"
Hyrum Lujan stood beside Braydon, hoping that he would calm down.
But how could Braydon remain calm?
"She is gone," Stratford Layton said hoarsely. "Even the gods can't save her."
"Even the gods can't save her?"
Braydon looked at Stratford. His red eyes were gradually filled with killing intent.
Stratford lowered his head, not daring to meet Braydon's eyes.
