As the flash of blood streaked across the sky like a meteor before finally vanishing, Wally's body collapsed to the ground, seemingly drained of all strength. His once-firm muscles began to relax, and his skin gradually became transparent, as if through this thin layer of flesh one could glimpse the fading vitality and soul within.
In just a few breaths, Wally completely turned into nothingness, as if he had never existed in this world, without even the slightest trace of his existence remaining.
At that moment, a roar suddenly rang out from the sky: "Who killed my brother?" A figure came sprinting like lightning and instantly stopped in mid-air. This person was Bugila, the legendary god of poetry.
Clad in a magnificent robe, its sleeves dancing in the wind, Bugila resembles an immortal. However, despite his status as a poetic god, he possesses no particularly powerful or unique combat abilities. If he could identify a unique characteristic, it would be his mastery of the art of rejuvenation. This technique allows him to maintain eternal youth, but it offers little practical benefit in actual combat, thus limiting his true combat effectiveness.
Su Yan stood still, looking up at Bugila falling from the sky. His face was calm, even lacking interest. In response to the other party's questioning, he simply replied, "I killed him!" His tone was so calm that it was impossible to detect the slightest fluctuation.
Upon hearing this, Bugila's eyes widened, blazing with rage. He suddenly spread his arms, muttering something, and instantly a powerful divine force gushed out of him, sweeping towards Su Yan. At the same time, he roared, "How dare you, little goblin, be so presumptuous!"
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