Wu Ji’s words rendered Nie Tian speechless.

Blood was still flowing from Wu Ji’s nostrils and the corners of his eyes.

His originally gray hair was now snow-white, and the deep wrinkles in his face gave him a worrisome, frail look.

Wu Ji tried to recover a calm state of mind as he said to Nie Tian, “A calamity is going to sweep the Shatter Battlefield.

“I couldn’t see the process. All I saw was the result.

“But the result is simply ...