Transformation occurred!
Passed away!
Transformed into a mist of blood and dispersed in this world!
This was the last scene Sang Qing left in this world. Her battle with the Northern Tyrant did not end in defeating the Northern Tyrant, nor did it seem to severely injure him. Yet, no one dared to say that Sang Qing was inferior to the Northern Tyrant, or not as powerful. On the contrary, even under such a transformation, enduring immense pain, Sang Qing still possessed terrifying combat strength, scaring the Northern Tyrant pale, rolling on the ground, and even begging for mercy!
