"This might be..."
Bu Ruji wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't speak.
His hand was trembling.
No one knew what he was thinking...
"Bu Ruji, what are you thinking about?"
Yang Tian noticed Bu Ruji's expression and asked, puzzled.
"Nothing..."
Bu Ruji shook his head, approached, and with a firm touch, the scattered iron chains connected again. With a crack, dust emanated from the stone bed, and Bu Ruji used his Spiritual Breath to push people back a step.
"If there's nothing else, we should leave now!"
Yang Tian sighed inwardly.
He couldn't believe that one of the Golden Spirit Guardians, Wang Lingzhan, had died at this moment.
Now, he didn't know how to report back to the Law Enforcement Hall King and the others.
But for now, they needed to leave.
"Yang Tian, a Golden Spirit Guardian has fallen; can the dynasty be restored?"
Ling Ying's face was somewhat pale.
