Countless black dust rose into the sky, and the powerful Protecting White King turned to ashes like this.
With a clang, the Divine Artifact fell into his ashes, buried by the dust.
The tumultuous Spiritual Energy calmed down.
Yet the shattered earth, the space full of cracks, and the collapsing lighthouse during the fierce battle all attested to the intensity of the fight just now.
This was an unprecedented battle; they had slain a powerful fallen king and achieved what seemed like an impossible victory.
The air was quiet, and no one spoke.
The crowd seemed to have not yet recovered from the suffocating aura just now, unable to believe for a moment that such a powerful enemy was defeated by them.
In fact, without Rod, they couldn't possibly defeat the strongest of the Protecting White Kings.
The gazes of everyone gradually fell on him.
