"Jona!"
"Lady Jona!"
"Jona!"
……
At this moment, whether in the sky or across every corner of the world, countless people caught sight of this scene and found themselves calling out to Jona involuntarily.
However, that beam of red light did not fade because of the people's cries. It remained just as terrifying, piercing straight through Jona's heart.
Jona had been holding a massive, medieval-style greatsword, but now her arm began to hang limp, and the greatsword slipped from her grasp, plummeting from the sky.
Chapter 870