As the voice fell, Niu Yan opened his mouth and exhaled. Thunder erupted, and he raised the Supreme Town Object—a hammer—and smashed it down.
The Great Saint of Beishan!
Has fallen!
The Holy Land changes hands, a new saint ascends!
Soon after, Niu Yan approached the middle-aged man. A flash of thunder renewed the dying man's breath for just a moment.
"Your injuries are too severe; you won't make it."
Niu Yan said, "Do you have any last words?"
The middle-aged man silently gazed at the Kui Bull, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Niu Yan continued, "You know the Saint Master has left his mark on me. In truth, you can consider me part of the Human Clan—just in a different form... Soon, I will lead Beishan Holy Land back to the Human Clan!"
"Do they... have hope?"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but recall the young boys and girls from earlier, filled with boundless resentment toward him.
"Those who were devoured, there's no saving them."
