The crone shed tears. She forgot to resist and instead chose to hug the person by her side, leaving her life for Tianming to reap.

“I’m here,” the old man chuckled and hugged her back.

They had admitted defeat.

There was no resistance as the Grand-Orient Sword fell from the sky and pierced their bodies, accompanied by the Flint Infernal Impulse. The impulse exploded as the wonderians hugged each other, continuing to stare into each other’s eyes as they fell together. Even death couldn’t separate them. The stone plaques...