It is not easy to establish a power that lasts for a thousand years.
But destruction only takes a moment.
Perhaps, this can be considered a complete destruction, or perhaps it is also an opportunity for rebirth.
If it is not broken, it cannot be established; if it is broken, it will be established.
The law of cause and effect always has its timing.
Autumn is deep, and even if the weather is warm when Hades Island is located in the south, winter has already ushered in the destruction.
The white snow fell lightly, sprinkling on the ground and on the treetops.
The makeup doesn't add much to the silvery look, but it makes it even more desolate.
Let this destroyed Hades Island become even more lonely.
The two heroes of Hades Island, the Holy Priest and the Hades Island King, both came to an end.
The center of power on Hades Island has collapsed.
Although Mingdao handed over this power to Ouyang Yufei before his death, he was unable to reverse it.
The people of Hades Island who were over-shocked were either going crazy, or their hearts were filled with despair. It was not easy to get back to heaven.
Therefore, this is Qiuhen and Yanhu who came from the encirclement and suppression.
Instead, he did a good thing for Ouyang Yufei, suppressed the madness of all the people with his iron-blooded wrist, and helped Ouyang Yufei prevent the complete collapse of Hades Island.
This is something Qiu Hen and Yan Hu did not expect at first.
However, after meeting Xuanyuan Che, he understood the reason and began to willingly help Ouyang Yufei suppress it.
The east wind is fierce, and the coldness is much worse than that of the twelfth lunar month in winter.
However, right here and now, everyone's hearts have been frozen.
Repression and chaos always make time pass quickly.
In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed since the death of the King of Hades Island.
On this day, the night was dim and bright, and the silver crescent moon hung on the sky like a cold silver knife.
The stars are hiding somewhere, and none of them wants to show their face.
Threads of light snowflakes fell from the sky.
It sloshed and splashed on the ground.
Then it quickly melts into water, moistens the ground, and becomes invisible.
The night is dark, deep, and cold.
In this dark night, by the purest holy lake behind the temple, in front of a tombstone, a snow-white figure stood there quietly.
The tips of the hair have been moistened by the white snow.