Crimson blood shot up.
"Drip, drip, drip."
Liquid drops hit the ground. Bright red clashed with icy white, shocking all who saw.
Their expressions, still stuck in concern for Su Ming'an's condition. Some had started moving but hadn't yet finished their step, others had just begun to reach out anxiously—
And then they saw this scene.
Blood slid down the blade and dripped onto the ground.
The unbeatable Sword of Yarman pierced the deity's body, entering through the chest and exiting from the back.
The "Mandatory Hit" effect of the Yellow Rose Lock swirled on the blade, like a rose blooming amidst the blood. Su Ming'an held his sword-forward pose, looking up at the deity close to him.
Acto's face was still calm and unruffled, as if the deity had reverted to his usual serenity. Those gray pupils clearly reflected Su Ming'an, whose face was streaked with tears.
Then, the deity's lips twitched slightly.
