Ghost Deity in Despair, Not Dead

The entire mystic realm space had suffered a violent impact. As it shook violently, it was as if the heavens and earth had been overturned. The huge magic formation that covered the entire mystic realm was also flickering crazily, as if it would collapse in the next second.

The Ghost Deity in the air was already extremely weak. He did not care about the damage to the mystic realm. He only stared fixedly at his opponent's previous position with a pair of sinister eyes.

When he could not see anyone, he finally laughed crazily and violently, as if all his grievances and resentment had been released. "Haha… ant… ant!"

That cold smile had a hint of weakness and arrogance, inexplicably showing some madness.

"Hmm?!" In the next moment, the pupils of the weak Ghost Deity constricted, and the smile on his face suddenly froze. He screamed in horror, "How… how is this possible?!"