Just like that, he persisted until late into the night. Suddenly, with a thunderous sound, blood rained down, severed arms and limbs flew in all directions; it was a truly tragic scene.
"Even more domineering than the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, is the person... gone?" the golden silk parasol spoke.
Qin Ming's right foot shattered an ancient towering tree, embedded in a massive block of black gold, while one arm hung on the millennium-old vines on a stone wall.
His head tilted and flew towards the sky, nearly being snatched away by a massive night bird.
The golden silk parasol followed, startling the fierce bird, and said, "Can I change to another follower? The Chairman would not be bad."
Qin Ming, infuriated, opened his eyes, and said, "Little Huang, are you naturally rebellious too?!"
A bewitching figure appeared on the surface of the parasol, saying, "No such thing, I just don't want you to lose heart and become dejected, hoping to wake you up to rally again."
