Collapse.
It's a real collapse.
From top to bottom, exploding inch by inch into a mist of blood and Qi.
The void fell silent.
A deathly silence.
As if, at this moment, the whole world had frozen, except for the lingering force still spreading from him, no one, moved!
Jingtai is dead?
Jingtai is dead!!!
Everyone, everyone who could see this scene, froze in place.
In disbelief.
Truly in disbelief.
Earlier, he was like a god, high above, arrogant, but now, in front of everyone, he has exploded into a mist of blood and Qi.
Princess Pingyang let out a long breath, as if laying down a heavy burden, glanced at Sima Ke, who was still shocked after witnessing the battle of the Yang God, and softly said:
"The Great Jin... is gone."
And in Sima Ke's heart, a thought flashed.
My father... won?
Of course, this father is not that father, this parent is not that parent.
The Great Jin... is gone.
But he may not be really dead.
