After the intense flames disappeared, a massive 100 kilometer wide hole appeared in the ground. It was pitch black within, looking like an abyss to hell.
Black smoke billowed, and an incredibly powerful aura, like heavenly might, still lingered.
Jiang Wudi flew high in the air and frowned as he looked over. Suddenly, a look of joy appeared on his face.
Zhou Xuanji could be seen with his head hanging low, his body drenched with blood. Whiteness could even be seen at some of his joints, and he floated above the 100 kilometer wide hole, still holding the Ancient God Sword with his right hand, the blade stabbed through Liu Wuji's chest.
Liu Wuji's expression was savage, but his eyes had lost their light and his body did not move.
It looked like he was dead.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Wudi, Li Yinyu, and the others felt indescribably relieved.
Zhou Xuanji actually won.
He had killed the unbeatable Liu Wuji.