As the Immortal Source shattered, the skeleton of the Death Immortal kneeled heavily on the broken white bone path. Its huge bone palm waved in the air, as if it wanted to keep the disappearing Immortal Source.
Jian Wushuang, who was standing in front of him, looked at the scene calmly and then dispersed the invisible sword in his hand.
"I am going to die…" the Death Immortal skeleton murmured softly. However, when the death light in its eyes was about to die out, it suddenly lit up again, as if it was the last ray of light.
"Although you are a Sword Immortal, there are more Sword Immortals on this path. I look forward to your battle, but I can't watch it anymore."
"Their Sword Dao is even stronger than yours. You won't win so easily."
After saying that, the skeleton of the Death Immortal completely fell like a broken divine mountain. His Immortal bones were completely shattered into powder and could no longer be revived.
