A few seconds after breaking the white winged heart-shaped stone, Bai Zemin finally calmed down. He looked his surroundings for a moment and in the next instant his figure flashed, appearing 200 meters in the sky and above the crater.
"Alright..."
His voice was like a small wooden fishing boat in the middle of a stormy sea during the night; insignificant and practically ignorable. However, this was one of the times he was most determined, and the firmness of his words was evidence of that.
He naturally did not do what he did out of a moment of anger or frustration. While it was true that Bai Zemin needed a battle to the death in order to release some oppressive feelings, his life was definitely more important than this.
Actually, he had his own considerations in this regard.