The Tiangang-Disha was broken, and everyone could finally see the situation in the sky.
High in the sky, at an altitude of ten thousand meters, black fog swirled, as if it was the end of the horizon and the starting point of life and death's cycle.
The figures of Lin Dong, Qin Zong, and Jin appeared particularly small yet exceptionally vivid in this boundless sky.
Qin Zong and Jin, the two of them, were wounded by Lin Dong's sword just now.
At the moment, the faces of both people looked somewhat pale, and their injuries made their actions exceedingly heavy.
In contrast, Lin Dong, like the dawn just breaking, was full of vitality and power.
Lin Dong's gaze was like a torch, fixated on Qin Zong.
"Qin Zong, next, it's your turn to head to hell!" His voice was not loud but exploded like thunder in everyone's hearts, causing the spectators below to shiver involuntarily.
Upon hearing this, Qin Zong's face turned even paler.
