Crack—
It sounded as if teeth were being crushed.
Unfortunately, the person about to have their teeth crushed wasn't just An Ning.
There was also the elder outside the Desert Market, even though he wielded the Heavenly Artisan and was at the level of transcendence, just a step away from the Heavenly People, at that time, he couldn't even lift a hand when countless missiles descended from the sky.
On his left and right, like protectors, were two harbingers of doom guarding him.
Their gaze never wavered, not for a moment.
"Old Deng, don't be rash," An Neng advised.
An De kept nodding, "Don't get ahead of yourself, stay calm, stay calm."
"Ah, yes, yes, it's already over!"
"... ... "
Watching his entire army being wiped out was already infuriating enough, and now seeing these two damned beings harmonize beside him only escalated the elder's blood pressure.
But even at the end, even at the moment Yue Chen died, he found no opportunity to act.
