The final sword was swung, and the control of the body changed hands at this moment. Gongsun Ce's consciousness dove into the depths of the body, driven by the master of the Final Sword to fly towards the Evil Dragon above.
Situ Yi's head fell towards the earth along with the rubble, a false smile appearing on his pale face, like a puppet, like an actor, like a lonely ghost.
"Forget the old grudges of gods, overlook the new grievances of mortals.
You have won, Gongsun Ce.
Enjoy this meaningless victory to your heart's content...
Enjoy the ultimate despair you have personally wrought."
The man's head closed its eyes, falling silent, turning into insignificant dust in the field of vision.
