Zhao Xiao was not himself, holding the dead body of Gong Muqing in his arms. Even after being blown off by the Demon Lord, he held on. He was mumbling: "The great power of Lonely City... an elder in the primordial realm, how is this possible...how is this possible?"
As Zhao Xiao muttered, he suddenly rushed at the Demon Lord like a madman: "You must have used some kind of magic, I don't believe..."
Splat!
The Demon Lord flicked his finger, and an incredible force shot straight through Zhao Xiao's forehead with unthinkable speed.
Zhao Xiao's forehead now bore a small bloody hole. Blood flowed out of it, and Zhao Xiao's eyes gradually lost their luster. Deep in his eyes, there was still an expression of disbelief.
Deathly silence filled the Heaven and Earth!
Everyone instinctively held their breath, they did not dare to breathe in.
What is an unparalleled powerhouse? Today, they finally have their answer!
