Outside the Qingzhong Cemetery.
"Brother Song!"
After the final explosion sounded, the entire world seemed to fall into silence.
Covered in soot from head to toe, Song Ci was blown out of the Golden Gate, flying far with countless glittering golden fragments... He landed heavily on the ground, his consciousness briefly departed from his body. The Divine Throne's token constantly emanated divine power. After a long, long time, he finally came to his senses.
In front of him were concerned faces gathering around.
Gu Nanfeng, Zhou Wei, Bai Xiaochi... and many others.
"Are you alright, Song Ci?"
"Brother Song, how do you feel?"
Waves of inquiries followed, echoing in his ears.
The Undead's blood boiled, and the echoes of the explosion resonated in Song Ci's mind. He strained to press his hands to the ground and slowly sat up, his face numb.
He didn't answer anyone's question.
