A catastrophe.

But at this time, even if he knew, it was already too late.

Because at the moment when his mind was choosing to accept the Divine Movement into the Void, he was pulled into a spiritual world by a residual spiritual thought released from the scroll held by Madam Wushuang.

This spiritual world is obviously the memory world left by Mrs. Wushuang's mental remnants. It is a scene of a deserted battlefield, under a majestic and towering city gate.

However, when the two armies were facing each other and fighting fiercely, a majestic and burly man with a red face, holding a huge Qinglong Yanyue Sword, majestically led thousands of soldiers under his command like an arrow to tear through the enemy camp.

At the next moment, Yao Jiao's sword energy, which was like a green dragon, knocked away dozens or hundreds of people and threw them onto the city wall, forming clouds of blood mist, killing the enemy troops and completely dismantling them.

"That's...Martial Saint?"

Jiang Dali was shocked. From the red-faced general who led his army out, he felt a terrifying energy and oppression that was even stronger than his own. It was like a prehistoric beast rushing out of its cage and into the battlefield, with unparalleled divine power.

Extraordinary bravery.

"Yes! He is a Martial Saint, and he is also my husband! With the fate of a Martial Saint, he is destined to be so brave and extraordinary."

A woman's voice was particularly clear amidst the brutal fighting, faintly ringing in the spiritual world, her tone full of pride...

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Chapter completed!