Looking from above, the entire prince's residence was in ruins and scorched earth. It was impossible to tell that it was the largest and most majestic building other than the palace.
A forbidden spell, Judgement Day, evaporated tens of thousands of people in the prince's residence, but not Olu's family.
In an instant, the sky cleared up and the sun shone brightly. There was only the scorched earth of the residence and the countless … vengeful souls floating around!
Olu's body swayed and he lost his magic power. He fell straight down.
Although he had the support of the Devil Emperor Set, he had used up all his magic power and stamina. It would take him a year and a half to recover.
Morris waved his hand and used his fighting power to support his third brother's body. He slowly landed on the ground.
Sigh!
He let out a long sigh. Was it worth it to sacrifice tens of thousands of people for one person?
He remembered when he fought on the battlefield with his eldest brother. Tens of thousands of people were nothing. A large-scale rebellion would cost at least hundreds of thousands and up to a million people.
Back then, he didn't even frown and was happy!
After so many years, his heart was as hard as stone. Why did he have so many doubts about this battle?
Why did he feel more and more uneasy after Zhang Xing died in the sea of fire?
He put Olu down and looked around as if he was looking for something.
No one would have survived. He punched the ground in front of him, but there was nothing.
He walked to where the living room used to be and remembered that he had been plotting with a group of officials and generals not long ago.
But they were all dead …
He didn't know why, but his heart softened and he pitied those people. Their deaths were worth it. They died for the great plan of the two of them.
He should be proud of them, but why did he feel … sad for them?
He shook his head and dispelled the weak thoughts in his mind. I'd better take my third brother to my residence to recuperate. His wife and children are waiting there.
When he turned to look at Olu, who was lying on the ground, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
He rubbed his eyes, shook his head hard, and slapped himself twice.
He stared again …
He took three steps back.
"Are … are you a human or … a ghost?"
He saw a child with his butt in the air, taking off Olu's robe. When he heard the voice, he turned around and grinned, then continued with his work.
"No!
This is impossible! "
"You are … Zhang Xing?"
His chest heaved up and down violently as he spoke with great difficulty.
Their eyes were filled with shock, astonishment, doubt, and confusion … All sorts of chaotic emotions surged forth.
What a ghost! No, it's a ghost!
That was not the living Zhang Xing. It had to be his soul.
He died with his eyes wide open, dying under the Devil Emperor Set's forbidden spell. He hated it to the bone and wanted to take it away before he went to hell.
He clenched his fists. No, he couldn't let him take it away. That was Third Brother's life-saving item. With it, even Big Brother wouldn't dare to make a move.
"Zhang Xing, I know you died unjustly, but we are enemies. If you don't die, then we will."
"So, don't harbor any hatred in your heart. Put down the Emperor Weapon and I'll let you go. Otherwise, I'll destroy your soul with a single punch and you'll never be able to reincarnate."
Morris took two steps forward and then took a step back.
"Hehe, go scare a ghost!"
Zhang Xing said as he took off his magic robe and flipped it around in his hands.
"Not bad, not bad. It's made of high-quality material that can shelter you from wind and rain. Try it on."
"Damn!
It's too big and doesn't fit. I'll keep it for later. "
Morris's shocked expression froze on his face. No, no, souls can't speak, and it's impossible for them to have such a real body.
"Zhang Xing, you … you're not dead?"
"Dead your ass! You're the one who's dead!"
Zhang Xing took off his crown and reached for his magic staff.