"Alas!"
"Woe betide thee, Brother Black Mountain!"
Zhang Yang cried out in grief.
He stepped forward, releasing the Golden Ring from his hand, and summoning Thunder with a snap of his fingers.
"Jifa, meet your demise!"
A burst of Golden Light flashed, followed by the roar of thunder.
Three breaths later.
"My life is over!"
Amidst the thunder, a wail of grief was heard, followed by a burst of golden light.
This was not the glow from the Golden Ring, nor the flicker of electricity, but the final radiance emitted as Jifa's Golden Body shattered.
The thunder dissipated.
The Golden Ring returned.
Zhang Yang stood in the Void, his arms behind his back, as Jifa's shattered body plummeted into Dragon Spring.
Clearly—
Zhang Yang had triumphed.
Jifa had perished.
Now.
The stark contrast was clear for all to see, no one doubted Zhang Yang's strength anymore.
