The Death of Zhou Cheng

Before the vigorous gust of fists could approach, Zhou Cheng already felt a sharp pain in his back.

A glimpse of madness flashed in his eyes.

Even in death, I shall drag you down with me!

He swiftly tapped his storage bag and retrieved a spiritual talisman, throwing it behind him while shouting, “Perish!”

Boom!

The attacks within the talisman erupted simultaneously, forming a colossal vortex of formidable spiritual energy.

It emitted a terrifying suction force, as if it intended to devour everything in its surroundings.

“Hahaha, Xiong Zhuangzhuang! You cannot escape!”

Already injured, Zhou Cheng, being too close to the talisman’s explosion, suffered the repercussions.

Helpless against the vortex, he could only laugh maniacally, consumed by his hatred for Xiong Zhuangzhuang, before being engulfed by the whirlpool.

In less than a breath’s time, the violent spiritual power within the vortex shattered him to pieces, leaving nothing but ashes.