Dead.
A mighty being, ranked tenth in the realms, who could transform into the Power of Law, and whose existence would not cease as long as the particles of Law did not deplete, had fallen just like that?
Several ancient beings, hiding outside the Holy Court and peering from afar, were stunned, in a daze, and horrified.
Was this the same Skeleton Demon Lord who was just recently so arrogant that he made their blood run cold?
He was completely annihilated under the orange Thunderbolt River, unable to escape even a minuscule particle of Law.
In the distance, a human wearing a white robe and silver-white gloves slowly lowered his raised right hand.
This figure was not tall, but in the eyes of the ancient beings, he possessed boundless grandeur.
He was light! He was thunder! He represented slaughter and destruction!
