"You don't really think you can survive this, do you?"
Su Jie's figure appeared within the Formation of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, landing in front of Zhuang Liangru with a cold smirk, a palm striking down towards the top of Zhuang Liangru's skull.
"No."
Zhuang Liangru's eyes were filled with despair. His Primordial Spirit was wounded all over, his Spiritual Power exhausted and not even the strength to lift his arm remained. Faced with Su Jie's sudden attack, all he could muster was a bitter cry of unwillingness.
"How dare you, you scoundrel."
Zhao Junde's eyes were split with fury, erupting in a sky-shaking roar.
Amidst Zhao Junde's roaring, Su Jie's palm crushed Zhuang Liangru's head, spattering brain and blood in all directions. The barely emerging broken Primordial Spirit was instantly gnawed upon by a group of Yin Souls, then absorbed by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, not only compensating for the recent loss of Yin Souls but also enhancing the power of the banner.
