“What?”
Yu Shu stared blankly upward, gazing at that exuberant face before him, unable to believe it. “I... I... but I...”
“You did nothing wrong. You fought to the very end, giving it your all, not disappointing anyone’s expectations.”
Ji Jue patted his shoulder, smiling brightly. “It is precisely because you gritted your teeth and endured to the very end that we achieved such a perfect outcome, right? Our plan has succeeded.”
Yu Shu was dazed, speechless, but then he heard the voice beside him, like an order: “Stand up, Yu Shu—As a rebel, do you intend to kneel and watch the finale?”
Before he could fully react, his body involuntarily rose.
Stiffly, he lifted his head.
Looking towards the impending destruction.
Breathing became difficult.
Ji Jue stepped forward, eyes fixed on the sky covered by blinding light as cracks spread one by one.
The vast camp was like a bubble in the palm of a hand, cruelly compressed and crushed bit by bit.
One huge radiant figure after another appeared above the sky, coldly gazing down.
They all stared at Ji Jue’s face.
Then Ji Jue smiled and waved.
“Hello there.”
“Arrogant!”
The Guardian Saint flew into a rage, lightning flashing in his eyes.
His massive iron hammer was raised high and smashed down like a falling celestial body, stirring up a mighty tide.
Boom!