As the Crystal flickered, a colossal figure that reached the sky slowly emerged behind him.
It was a young man, graceful and Confucian in elegance, bringing about a sensation as refreshing as a spring breeze.
It was none other than Ling Jingzi, who had met his complete demise. This was his last blessing left within Wang Zijia!
At this moment, from the endless Void beyond the endless worlds, something racing towards the Yaoshan Realm was rapidly approaching.
Everyone could clearly see that it was a gigantic blood-colored foot!
The apparition that emerged behind Wang Zijia paused when it saw the blood-colored footprint as if recognizing something, and then a bitter smile surfaced.
"Sigh," he sighed softly, "Karma, karma, and to end up with such a sinister fate!"
His expression complex, he slowly reached out his hand.
"Struggle!"
The next moment, an illusory longsword, familiar yet ethereal, materialized in his hand.
