The power of this shot might already surpass that of Hippolyte's blow towards Uruk City.
If we disregard the deaths of so many people, this scene still carries a certain tragic beauty.
But at this moment, with his magic power replenished, Yi Lin had no time to appreciate this peculiar scene of beauty; he approached Ah Deng again.
At this moment, Ah Deng's body was nearly corroded to the bone; with the demise of the Rotten Monster, the injuries he suffered did not reverse.
"We will meet again."
Yi Lin spoke to the dying Ah Deng with an undeniable tone.
"We... are waiting for you."
Ah Deng finished speaking, smiled, and vanished.
Death here is not the end.
Ah Deng had long become "Thought," living in the realm of thought.
As long as Yi Lin doesn't die, Ah Deng's will shall last forever, eternally passed on.
After Ah Deng disappeared.
Yi Lin, alone, floated in the solitary sky, muttering to himself.
"Did we... win?"
