I have a lot of wings

Under the brilliance, Versaetti's body burst into countless particles.

No longer condenses.

The matter completely rejected him.

No more body will be constructed for him.

Even an immortal body cannot beat the rejection of the law.

"It's not over yet...!"

Rorschach's remaining soul turned around and stared at Luo Hao:

"You can't stop me!"

"You pigs who can only compromise, don't deserve to stop me!"

His soul body exudes a powerful aura.

The mental power slammed into the void, making a piercing cry.

Being crushed and shocked by that soul power, Luo Hao showed an extremely painful expression.

"No, it's over."

Kuang San's voice sounded.

Bang-gunshots followed.

Time stopped.

Versaetti's soul body was set in the void like a painting.

His anger was frozen on the illusory face.

"Without a body, you can't borrow quality, you can't help but time."

Kuangsan gasped and smiled triumphantly.

Altaïr and Kisty Xiutet also flew up and looked at Versaetti in silence.

Luo Hao and the three of them looked at each other.

The four nodded at the same time, and then... began to attack with all their strength.

The air wave and light swept across the sky for nearly ten minutes.

All the strength of the four was exhausted.

Shiting was lifted five minutes ago.

After the aftermath of the attack subsided, Kuangsan and others looked at the original location of Versaetti's spirit body.

There, the shocking man has disappeared.

Only one long sword similar in shape to the pale sword remained, suspended in the void.

The long sword slowly radiated a faint golden light around it.

Like the sun, with warmth.

With a sharp coldness.

Seeing this sword, Luo Hao murmured in a daze:

"The new pale sword... this is his will."

She held the golden sword in her hand, the cold touch was the same as that of Versaetti's cold face.

Luo Hao closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

On her face, there was no trace of joy after victory.

"Gold...It's really a noble color." Altaïr was a little surprised.

"Is the will turned into a sword... what a terrible obsession! Even death, it did not end his persistence..."

Kuang San's expression is a bit complicated.

She thought, at this moment, her eyes were probably filled with admiration.

"Perhaps this is justice." Altaïr said with feelings: "Across countless races, through the long river of time and space, it will never go out. Don't you and I have such emotions?"

She expressed her appreciation very candidly:

"Although it is a hostile position, I have to admit that Fansaiti is a very attractive person."

"Alright," Luo Hao opened his eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's go. Our world is still waiting for us to save."

Kuangsan patted Luo Hao on the shoulder to show his comfort.

Having lost two close people one after another, Luo Hao's current mood is probably very sad.

"By the way, I have a question." Altaïr said suddenly, "Why would the sentient beings connected with the sword of will reject Versaetti's justice? Although he killed many people, he did end the first All the wars in the Seven Realms have created a world without bloodshed and sacrifice."

"Public opinion, justice, probably never handed over."

Kiss Xiute shook her head:

"In order to reach the ideal world, Versaetti will sacrifice many people, but who is willing to sacrifice for this kind of thing?"

"Well, this question ends here."

Kuang San aloud to terminate the topic:

"The problem of Versailles has been solved, but the fundamental problem of how to deal with reality and the world of works has not been solved yet."

She shook her head and said, "Let's go, we can't stop here."

After speaking, Kuangsan took the lead to fly away.

The other three followed closely behind.

"You said, if you follow Versailles's will from the beginning, let him do this, I will be able to wait more easily."

Altaïr said half-jokingly while flying.

"Forget it, all we want is to solve our own problems, but he wants to overthrow all the world."