"You have lost."
Lin Heng stood tall under the shattered sky, his gaze fixed on the trace of a lingering spirit before him.
The battle had been extremely brutal.
His own body was broken, covered in blood, unable to heal for a long time.
But the outcome for Tathagata was even worse, as his aura throughout past, present, and future had been completely obliterated.
His true form in this world was shattered by Lin Heng's punch, never to be restored.
Now, only a trace of lingering spirit remained, flickering weakly in the void like a candle in the wind.
"I have lost..."
Tathagata's face was filled with defeat. He no longer had any strength to battle. Instead of looking at Lin Heng, he turned his gaze to the heavens and earth in all directions.
Tathagata's expression was extremely complex, and no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.
