Under Jade Capital Mountain, thousands of martial artists seemed to have their throats clenched, unable to make any sound.
In the distance, beneath the collapsed mountain peak, huge stones and soil rolled down, burying the three Grandmasters in the soil.
It was extremely tragic.
Those with keen hearing could still hear the rasping breath of the buried Grandmasters, like a broken bellows, along with the sound of them spitting large mouths of blood.
The three Grandmasters, who had previously shaken the firmament with their majestic presence, were now declined to the extreme.
Like dying old men, about to reach the end of their lives.
This is the manifestation of grave injury on the brink of death.
The crowd of martial artists stood there dumbfounded, motionless, staring straight at everything in front of them, eyes filled with bewilderment.
"What happened?"
A martial artist murmured in his heart, bewildered.
