In Sky City, atop a stretch of ruins, Mu Qingge stood brilliantly in red, her Linglong Spear still skewering a corpse. Once the most respected figure in the Five Continents, now lay dead like a dog at Mu Qingge's hands.
The alliance stood on the ruins in silence.
They looked at the woman in Flame Armor, unable to calm their shocked hearts for a long time.
'It's over just like that?'
'The shrine that dominated the Middle Ancient Realm for tens of thousands of years, such a deeply rooted power, was dismantled by this woman? And in just half a year!'
No matter who they were, they all compared themselves and felt they couldn't have achieved the same feat.
Jing Hai stood among the spirit beasts, those normally aggressive creatures were now meekly crouched at his feet. He looked at his instructor, who was enveloped in the afterglow, breathtakingly beautiful and towering in admiration.
His instructor was the most formidable; nothing in this world could be too difficult for her!
