The Martial Saint fell, the Mental Imagery shattered, the vast amount of Spiritual Qi and Thought Ability spilled out, stirring the heavens and earth, causing a torrential downpour within the Taixi Grotto Heaven.
The raindrops were a shade of crimson, and within the hazy rain curtain, countless laments faintly echoed, as if numerous tragic and mournful human epics were narrating their tales.
"Tristan... just died like that..."
Karelin and Andre couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.
Especially Karelin, who had fought with Tristan all his life, both forming a blood feud, fighting to the death.
Yet now, witnessing his mortal enemy being killed like a stray dog by the roadside, this incident left a profound psychological impact on Karelin.
"He was too weak..."
