All kinds of evil deeds, feedback to oneself!
The body of steel dissolves instantly, the petrified skull and spine turn to ash, but in the darkness beyond the cracks, a wisp of phantom light shines, and then, all that has been destroyed reappears.
The Chun Jun Crystal buried inside Ji Jue's body bore all of this without any tremor or trauma. For the reflection of the soul and the self-spirit, the mere sensation of pain and the experience of death were nothing but a big gift delivered to the door.
At the same time, the Fly King's Crown radiates light. In the vast vortex of pain and despair, purification begins, and the consciousness of resentment and madness, extracted millions of times in an instant, flows out from Ji Jue's hand, transforming into a small red ball.
"Bro, you dropped something."
Ji Jue flicked his finger, and the small red ball instantly flew straight up, aiming at the face of the Holy God, precisely at the nose.
