The heavens and earth roared.
The starry sky trembled.
After an hour of stalemate, the energy of the first-generation avatar was depleted, transforming into countless points of light that dispersed without a trace, leaving behind a cold voice resonating through the stars.
"What a myriad worlds and heavens!"
"When my true form descends, it will be the end for all of you!"
This voice was filled with endless anger and resentment, making hearts palpitate intensely.
"I'll be waiting!"
Gui Guzi sneered dismissively, ignoring the threat completely, and upon surveying the surroundings, he noticed that the elder of the mechanical clan had taken advantage of the battle to flee.
Afterward, his body faded, transforming into a stream of light, returning to the myriad worlds and heavens.
Thus.
The great battle ended.
There was no celebration of any sort.
Qin Wudao, leading many officials, returned to the Imperial Capital and immediately convened a court assembly.
