"My brother is still alive!" Her cautious expression immediately turned to excitement.
"He is alive..." Yang Qinglan's gaze shifted toward the stage, her expression indescribably worried.
The sensation of Life and Death was very, very faint.
The light dissipated, and the Duel Arena was a mess of rocks, like a building collapsed in an earthquake.
"Brother!!!"
The crowd instantly gasped.
In a pile of rubble, there was a small mountain of rocks, under which the head of the Divine Body was buried.
Only the head.
The head showed half a still intact face, the other half buried under rocks, unclear, but blood continuously gushed out from the gaps in the rocks, gushing like a fountain.
"...Indeed, there are many geniuses in this world!" The head gasped instinctively, struggling, "It's a pity, the strong are not necessarily the victors, only those who survive are the victors, Light Clan, Starlight, you almost killed me, hahaha!"
