No one knew that just as Gai Jiutian was about to be engulfed, his hair standing on end, he, like a demon god of legend, coldly said a sentence toward the sky:
"I will come back!"
These words, resembled the ultimate declaration of a great villain as he was being repelled, and yet regardless of who it was, one could feel the unparalleled confidence in his voice.
Gai Jiutian's last gaze lingered to the south of Mingbei, that merciless look seemed to hold a hint of longing.
In fact, whether it was "him" or the real Gai Jiutian, they had always been watching each other from the deepest recesses of their hearts, they were existences inherently part of each other, neither able to kill the other.
The path ahead would simply be a matter of who would become the other, nothing more.