Akayle's wails and pleas for mercy grew fainter and fainter.
Eventually, its massive skeleton turned completely to ash, leaving only a fist-sized, dimly flickering soul fire swaying weakly in the air, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
No one could have imagined such a miserable end for a generation's King of a Myriad Curses.
Everyone present, from the surviving members of the Martial Hall to the military Martial Artists who had rushed over, was shocked speechless by the unbelievable scene.
After absorbing Akayle's power, the Intelligent Mechanism turned its smooth, mirrored face toward all the humans present.
"Those who dare to covet the core..."
"...must all die."
Before it could finish, Yin Liulan's voice, tinged with impatience, suddenly cut in.
"Kill it."
The moment the command was given, the dark muzzles of the dozens of military aircraft in the sky erupted in a brilliant flash!
