Jiang Li's figure was dissipating, like a bubble smashing into water, disappearing into nothingness.
Then it was the war spear, starting from the tip of the spear, vanishing in the blink of an eye up to the huge arms, and then to Jiang Zhuyun himself.
Jiang Zhuyun's face was filled with horror, his True Qi surged, wanting to forcefully break free, but the speed of disappearance was too fast, so fast that he couldn't react in time, and could only watch as his whole body, from his arms to his entirety, vanished into the air.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared from the chaotic, dark skies of Dinghu, away from the raging torrent, away from the distant thunder, separating from this world.
Then—
Jiang Zhuyun suddenly opened his eyes.
What met his eyes was the calm Dinghu, the lake water rippling, bringing a moist air, with sunlight bright above, right in the middle of a fine afternoon.