Once a person's vitality is extinguished, even a God cannot reverse fate.
Lin Hao could not help revive Yao Wuya's wife; he simply did not possess such ability—it was unfortunate she had not met someone like him decades earlier.
Decades of hope, decades of dreams, all shattered with Lin Hao's arrival.
However, Yao Wuya did not blame Lin Hao; he had long expected this outcome.
Summoning Lin Hao to treat her was also a way to put a final period on this matter, to let him shatter the illusion actively.
Yao Wuya picked up Zheng Shuya, stepped over petals, and moved to the center.
"Mr. Lin, please make your move," he turned around and said solemnly.
Lin Hao nodded, gathered his Primordial Qi, raised his fist, and struck down towards the sea of flowers.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion sounded, and in front of the fist, a patch of earth collapsed, forming a neat square pit.
Around the pit, flowers stood tall, unharmed; Lin Hao controlled his power with extreme precision.
