The Murder Ghost's head was filled with a thick sense of resentment and disbelief, his eyes brimming with incredulity.
He always thought of himself as the chosen one, relishing in the pleasure of tormenting others from the victor's position, never imagining that one day he would be killed by someone else.
He stared intensely at Chu Xiu, seemingly having much to say, but Chu Xiu had no interest in chatting with him. The Chiwen quivered, and the Sword Qi it shot out utterly shredded the Murder Ghost's head.
"Boom."
Amidst the deafening roar, the 30,000-meter high Civilization Giant in the distance began to collapse slowly like it had lost its support, accompanied by a dull wailing sound.
"Actually... won?"
Zhao Jie stared blankly at the sky. He naturally knew the right way to deal with the Civilization Domain, but this method was something an ordinary Awakened could not achieve.
To accomplish this, one must form an army by oneself!
