As Jing Tianming's breath ceased, the strand of green flame that had left the Ghost Immortal terrified also flickered and was thoroughly extinguished.
Just as the Ghost Immortal had surmised, Jing Tianming's was a dying counterattack in a sudden flash of brilliance; as long as he avoided the spear, Jing Tianming would die of his own accord, without need for pursuit.
Yet Jing Tianming departed with a smile, having done all that he could do.
He knew full well that a successor would take up his mantle, continuing the fight against the Ghost Immortal, illuminating the dark night of despair, and welcoming the dawn of hope.
Meanwhile, at the far end of the sky, more and more green flames blazed brightly, as a multitude of human powerhouses sped to the rescue.
That extinguished green flame seemed like a signal released, drawing countless human powerhouses!
This made the face of the Ghost Immortal turn sour.
