Yuntianding is indeed not dead yet.

Although it's not far from death.

When Fang Zheng found Yun Zending, he was lying on his back in a sea of ​​charcoal.

His eyes were lifeless, staring at the sky in confusion... He seemed to not understand what was going on. He had the upper hand just a moment ago, but suddenly... he lost.

Not only did he lose his daughter, he also lost his own life.

At this time, although the other person was still alive, his lower limbs had completely disappeared and were almost reduced to coke from the waist down. He was afraid that if he moved, he would directly turn into fly ash.

It seems that he has many protective weapons on his body.

But no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it can't protect him completely.

To be able to survive with such an injury...it can only be said that he has a strong will.

But no matter how tenacious you are, will is just will after all and cannot be transformed into vitality out of thin air.

It seemed that he was unwilling...that's why he didn't take his last breath.

At this time, the first cloud had completely disappeared without a trace.

It must have been at the critical moment of the explosion that Yun Zending used the first cloud as a shield and combined with his own protective magic weapon, he barely managed to survive.

Noticed Fang Zheng's arrival.

A flash of color appeared in his empty and confused eyes, his lips moved, and he trembled out a sentence.

"You have long foreseen the battle between you and me, so...so you buried the First Cloud here in advance?"

"I buried the First Cloud here thousands or even tens of thousands of years in advance, but it has nothing to do with you anymore."

Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, without any intention of explaining.

The first cloud is difficult to deal with. It lost two real-refining realm battle puppets and even lost most of the original nuclear bomb... But now it seems that it is not all a gain.

"Die!"
Chapter completed!