The cleaved planet quietly hovered in space.
The people on the other side of the rift merely watched as the distance between themselves and the others seemed to grow farther.
Moreover, the abyss-like chasm in sight made this anomaly appear even more terrifying.
Sigler... is dead!
Mu Fan's words were like a thunderclap, causing countless people's scalps to tingle.
Perhaps before he spoke, they were still guessing whether Sigler Palm had once again been banished to that spatial passage.
But after Mu Fan spoke, all thoughts were completely dispelled.
"The Young Master... is dead..."
"That was the nearly invincible Great Demon God of the ruins!"
Major General Olden muttered to himself.
His body trembled at this moment.
The swirling black powder in the air softly extinguished into a trail of fireworks.
The Dark Pentagram Star Map, signifying antiquity and desolation, left no trace in this world.
