But Jiang Man's ethereal voice rang out once more.
"Everyone, behold Ting Fengyin!"
The moment his voice fell, all the surrounding mist and all the power emanating from the sun and moon in the sky seemed to pause.
Then...
A wind began to blow!
The moment he felt the wind, Jiang Man knew he had won.
The wind had come!
「Meanwhile.」
Hiding in the ruined temple, the Ling Hua Immortal Spirit had slumped to the ground.
She had seen the sun and moon in the same sky. Such terrifying Evil God power was clearly aimed at her.
She had already fallen into despair.
'It's hopeless. I'm going to die again.'
She spoke weakly, "This Messenger will have to die too. This is the difference between humans and Immortal Spirits. When a human dies, they're dead for good. An Immortal Spirit can reawaken."
'Where did this path go wrong?'
'So what if this Messenger's Cultivation is fast? He still lost to me in the end, didn't he?'
'No matter how brilliant the process or how high his Talent...'
