And this time, it seemed Ding Qianqiu was not as lucky as before.
Under the thundering column of light composed of two hundred stacked Thunderstrike Talismans,
Ding Qianqiu's body turned directly into flying ash.
Slowly dissipating into the void.
...
"I was hoping to economize their usage,"
"but I didn't expect to end up using all three hundred Thunderstrike Talismans..."
Luo Yong silently walked towards the direction where Ding Qianqiu had fallen.
However, when he arrived at the spot where Ding Qianqiu had died,
he discovered a charred, damaged sphere lying quietly on the ground.
"What's this?"
"How could this thing maintain its form under an assault from three hundred Thunderstrike Talismans?"
"Might as well take it back for Patriarch Changfeng to have a look..."
After murmuring to himself,
Luo Yong returned to the military camp.
What followed was much simpler.
With the Ding Family ancestors dead, it was time for the Luo Family to harvest the fruits of victory.
...
