A scorched stump, life completely extinguished, stands solitary and dead.
This sight deeply pierced Shi Hao, overwhelming him with sorrow. He let out a long howl towards the sky, his thick black hair wildly flaring, tearing through the heavens. He seemed to be possessed by a demon.
Since his childhood, he had been pursuing the Willow Deity's footsteps, hoping that one day he could fight alongside it!
Because the Willow Deity left a profound impression on Little Stone during his youth, shaping his entire life. It was precisely because of the Willow Deity that he embarked on this path.
How could he accept this outcome? The Willow Deity had died right in front of him!
"Willow Deity!" Shi Hao cried out in deep sorrow, stretching out both hands in an attempt to stop everything, but it was already settled. He couldn't change anything.
