A single sword reversed time and space, forcibly pulling the golden arrow from Teleport's forehead right before the Ancestral God.
Piece by piece, it reconstructed Teleport's shattered spirit and ruined body, a sword technique that defied death itself!
"I..."
Teleport slowly regained consciousness, not yet fully aware.
Taicheng plunged directly into his chest, causing his eyes to bulge and nearly biting his tongue off, yet it carried him swiftly away from the battlefield.
"Heh."
A chuckle echoed in the distant sky.
Saint Xin was genuinely amused.
The deep bond between these two old men was truly admirable.
"Since you wish to die together, let me fulfill your wishes!" With a flick of Saint Xin's fingers, "Senluo Binding Technique, decree!"
Chi Chi Chi!
Across the sky of the North Sea, towering ancient trees rose up.
