The Demon's heart fell into the Tongming River. Although he lost his heart, Di Yi did not die immediately.
Saintly Beings had strong vitality with which the common Body of Martial Arts could not be compared. Lying in the water, Di Yi stared at the clear blue sky. But his eyes gradually turned hollow.
"I can't believe... I... failed... completely..."
In Di Yi's heart, he believed in his definite victory. Ever since he was young, he had never lost before.
But now, his belief was completely torn apart. Even if he didn't lose his Demon's Heart, he was almost a wreck anyway.
Holding the bloody Abyss Ancient Sword, Zhang Ruochen stared at Di Yi who was lying in blood and didn't attack anymore.
With his heart dug out, Di Yi wouldn't live much longer.
WOO! WOO!
Just then, a dark cloud appeared, covering the entire vault of heaven and the sun hanging above.