The golden cannon fire had crossed the spiritual distance, and Xue Rong had already changed. The cry of the Jiaolong dispelled the sky. The distance of the soul was fragmented, smoke was everywhere, and the trembling was deafening.
The dense fog formed by Jin Da blocked the sky. In the eyes of the students, there was only an exploding sphere, as though a star had collapsed. At the world's end, had it not been for a few deans guarding the venue, I wouldn't know how many would have killed Jin Da.
"Look, it's Xue Rong. He's still alive."
A student blurted out as the destructive power of the fog dissipated. Without spiritual knowledge, he couldn't see clearly through the fog. As the fog dissipated, Xue Rongmei's body fell from the sky, but at this moment Xue Rongmei was not in a good state. His clothes were torn both in the east and west, his figure resembling a blood-drenched person, with a hole punctured through his lips, and his face both scared and trembling.
