"Deader than dead. Not even dust is left!" Zhou Fan muttered. He was also immensely grateful for the dark gold ring he'd snatched from Lorne; when the Fourth Elder self-destructed, it had absorbed the almost cataclysmic impact for him!
Otherwise, even if he hadn't been killed, Zhou Fan would have been gravely injured. He had been far too close to the Fourth Elder—so close that there was no good way to dodge, even if he had tried.
Even though they had anticipated it, hearing Zhou Fan confirm it with his own lips still felt incredibly unreal.
"I can't believe it. We actually took out three of Purgatory's Elders in just a few minutes. Damn, if word of this gets out, I bet people will be lining up to buy me dinner wherever I go!"
Xuanwu couldn't help but marvel as he flew at full speed, still finding it hard to believe what had just happened.
