章節 1716: The Result Isn’t Too Good

Ye Xiu's Stolord healed at the last moment. He wasn't able to save Soft Mist's life, but the additional health was enough for Soft Mist to survive until the Rising Dragon Soars the Sky hit Cruel Silence.

Magic exploded outwards. This was her final glimmer of radiance. Her health had fallen to zero, but the damage from this attack was fully realized.

Is she dead?

Samsara's players didn't dare to be certain. Soft Mist's health had indeed fallen to zero, but she was still standing, holding her final stance with Dancing Fire Flowing Flames pointed forward.

Just to be sure, Zhou Zekai fired another shot.

The bullet hit Soft Mist. She didn't make any movements to dodge. The momentum of the bullet knocked her down.

Dead...

Soft Mist had fallen. Tang Rou's viewpoint was rising into the air. Just like this, she saw Soft Mist fall to the last bullet.

So this is it.

Tang Rou let go of her mouse.