But, everything was over.
Boom!
Zhou Yuan's body exploded amidst the force, bones flying everywhere, covering the ground like a rain of blood.
His vision completely fell into darkness, and he lost all consciousness.
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In the ruins of the asylum, an old man witnessed everything that had happened.
Suddenly, he looked up.
His perception was not strong, so it was only now that he saw the terrifying shadow descending from beyond reality.
"Ah... Ah..."
The old man foamed at the mouth, crazily tearing at his face, clawing bloody scratches with his nails. Moments later, he collapsed to the ground, silent.
Just like that, he died from gazing at the projection of the Evil God.
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"It's over..."
On the ground, Yan Sheng's body lay in three pieces, blood flowing all around.
It had been a long, long time since he had fought such a fierce battle. If it weren't for activating the divine chosen power, he would have likely died from Zhou Yuan's final counterattack.
