The fall of the black hole drew the heartbeats of countless people.
The might of annihilation couldn't be resisted; such was absolute power. In the face of absolute power, anything one did was futile.
But, just as everyone was in despair, the ethereal chanting sounded again. This wasn't an illusion produced when the Holy King used his skills.
Where did it come from?
Xina's pupils contracted slightly as a white palm emerged from beneath the Cracked Flower Rock realm, slowly lifting the black hole.
"Nong Hua?!" Bai Ling recognized the person obstructing her at a glance, and in a rage, she emitted a piercing screech, "It's you again, you! Why aren't you dead yet?!"
"Master, please stop," the light sigh of Nong Hua drifted from the void, gentle and serene.
"Stop? Ridiculous! Is my life not more precious than these wastes?"
"All beings are equal," said Nong Hua, not showing herself but transmitting a voice that fluttered unpredictably.
