At the moment Small Knife was hit, he understood,
not knowing whether it was because he was the Master of the World or for some other reason.
The area where he was hit began to darken.
It seemed that even Small Knife's thoughts were affected.
When he came back to his senses, the area had darkened until most of his body turned jet black.
At this moment, what hit him was already a black flag.
Ten Thousand Return Banner.
Dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The cracks from the explosion just now had disappeared, instinctively repaired by the world's Heaven and Earth Embryonic Membrane, but no one knew how much had been lost.
Still, we won.
This powerful enemy also became one of our own.
The surviving lords stood outside the city, witnessing all of this.
Their expressions were complex.
The enemy was too powerful.
It could almost be confirmed that he was the Master of the World, and a very confident one at that.
Indeed, he had the strength to match this confidence.
