บท 787: Lucky Star

"AAAAAH!!!" The ball of liquid metal released a deafening roar full of anger.

The connection between the two worlds was about to disappear. Therefore, roaring like this was the only way it had to release its anger.

"Clap." In the sky, Song Shuhang closed his folding fan and wore a smile on his face.

As soon as he closed the fan, the metallic finger that the ball of liquid metal had condensed there thoroughly crumbled, disappearing from the world of the golden lotus.

They had managed to turn the tide!

The great calamity was finally over!

The whole world of the golden lotus returned to a state of quietness.

After a long, long time, the cultivators of the scholarly faction finally cheered in a sign of victory, their faces full of tears. They had already accepted the fact that they were going to die, and they didn't expect that things would turn this way in the end.