Now, the Earthly Ghost Emperor has departed...
In many people's hearts, an involuntary sense of desolate loss arose.
Quite a few experts even felt their hearts lurch.
Could it be...
The Ghost Emperor is finally unable to hold on, is he truly going to burn out and fall?!
"Martial Immortal, my lord..."
"My Mortal Martial Immortal has finally reached his end!"
"I am unwilling—"
"My heart is choking with grief; I only hate that my strength is lacking, otherwise I would definitely charge into the Inner City, battle those strong ones of Strange Que until heaven and earth flipped upside down, to vent the grievances of my Mortal Martial Immortal!"
...
Qitian Outer City.
One expert after another revealed their figures, grief surging in their eyes.
Fang Hanshu also appeared, Confucian robe fluttering, fine beard flying.
Li Che, in the guise of the Ghost Emperor, looked toward Fang Hanshu; the two of them exchanged a nod, not saying an extra word.
