...
When the will of Destruction completely dissipated, the night gradually faded away. Little droplets of rain began to fall from the sky.
Xiao Qiang dejectedly walked towards Miao Ke'er's body.
At that moment, Miao Ke'er had her eyes closed, and she was so beautiful.
She was still gently smiling, as if telling herself, "Xiao Qiang, you are alive, this is truly wonderful." Xiao Qiang embraced Miao Ke'er. He had always loved this woman deeply; it was she who made him realize that he was no longer the dull man solely focused on pursuing the Heavenly Dao.
"Ke'er, I'm sorry."
Xiao Qiang knelt on the ground and softly said. At that moment, he truly felt utterly devastated.
"Cough, cough, cough... Xiao Qiang, she still has a soul and a spirit remaining, perhaps, perhaps there is still hope for resurrection." Just then, an extremely feeble voice came through. Hearing this, Xiao Qiang was suddenly struck, and he directly looked towards Chen Shekong.
