Di Shitian was dead.
Completely dead.
Dead beyond any doubt.
After annihilating Di Shitian's Yin God, Jiang Ming threw the corpse before him. At this moment, it was already lifeless, with even the activity within its body rapidly disappearing, eventually turning into a cold, lifeless corpse.
No matter if he had lived for a thousand years or held a prestigious status in the world, in the end, he just ended up lying cold on the ground. With the shake of his body, Sword Qi erupted from within, reducing the corpse to dust and scattering it with the wind.
Raising his hand, Jiang Ming saw that his palm, which had been slashed by Di Shitian's Sword Qi, had completely healed.
Not even a single injury remained on his body.
"I wonder if my healing speed is fast enough to regenerate severed limbs?"
Jiang Ming laughed and finally relaxed completely.
This battle had exhausted his heart power.
When he decided to deal with Di Shitian, he started to think about various situations.
