When the heavily injured Xie Tian slowly awoke, the ninth battle had already ended.
Because of this battle, the post-war Nine States was even more silent, and the madness beneath that silence grew more intense.
The awakened Xie Tian stared blankly into the void, his blood-red eyes icy cold.
He was well aware of the power of that punch, but he knew even more clearly that the self-destruction of dozens of Rashomon Emperors at the critical moment at least nullified more than half of its power.
"Brother Xie Tian, don't worry too much."
On Shen Ji's body, for the first time bloodstains appeared. She obediently squatted beside Xie Tian, her large round eyes filled with forced joy: "That punch forced dozens of Rashomon Emperors to self-destruct, and to this day, no Rashomon dares to emerge from the Void Abyss."
