Adrian sat cross-legged in the distance, his expression solemn as if he were engaged in something important. Both Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird could feel that his aura was in disarray, though they had no idea what had transpired.

The old man's body was nowhere to be seen, but the powerful Violet Rain Bird sensed that he had likely self-destructed. "That old man... He self-destructed!" the bird exclaimed.

Tyron was utterly shocked. "How is that possible? A Divine self-destructed?" He glanced around, fear flickering in his eyes.

"Indeed, it seems even the old man resorted to self-destruction. Now only Master Adrian remains. We don’t know if he managed to kill the old man or not," the Violet Rain Bird said, still puzzled.

"The old man self-destructed, but did he really fall to Adrian?" Tyron's face reflected doubt and shock.

Meanwhile, the Violet Rain Bird voiced its concern. "Although the Divine self-destructed, his soul power still lingers in this world. If Adrian wants to truly