The voice of the Final Sword had never been so heavy, carrying a sorrow that resonated deeply with him.
[Kong Hua is not dead]
[Powerless]
"..."
The young man reached out trembling hands to touch the beautiful crystals. His friends were encased within the crystals, but he could do nothing. He now had strength, but he could only wield a sword, only kill.
Just as the Faceless God ultimately failed, he who killed him was no omnipotent god.
Gongsun Ce let out a hysterical scream, and he flew from this beautiful crystal, soaring over most of the city. He saw more, more, saw the buildings collapsed by Situ Yi's attack, saw the shattered and fragmented crystals, saw those life-contained crystals broken into countless shards, like porcelain shattered on the ground, saw the crystalline sea engulfing the royal capital and its surroundings, all they fought to save once more plunging into the abyss.
"Ah..."
