In mid-air, staring at Chu Ming's figure turning into a black dot, Emperor Wuji's face was extremely gloomy. From childhood to now, he had never suffered such a huge loss. Watching the Dragon Bone fly away from his hands, how could his heart not ache?
"Don't let me see you again!"
Emperor Wuji thought coldly, countless knife lights bursting from his eyes, as if to slice through this space. Then, he composed his emotions and flew towards the center of the Ancient Battlefield, in the direction of the Undying Tree.
After Emperor Wuji left, although the others felt resentment and injustice, they had no choice but to leave silently.
A thousand miles away, a young man in a white robe stood tall on a stream of light, everything around him rapidly becoming blurry, quickly receding to both sides.
"Wow…"
Chu Ming's face turned white, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. As the clotted blood was expelled, his complexion looked somewhat better, slightly more rosy.
