Death

"Feng Zhihuan."

The Emperor Robe Youth's voice was highly penetrating, winding through the silent night.

Unlike the other Asha Disciples, Feng Zhihuan's magic tool, the Phoenix Nine Heavens Robe, granted her the ability to fly, but she did not dare race through the air.

She was too conspicuous!

Lu Ran held the Mirror of Affinity in one hand, refreshing it repeatedly as he flew and searched.

"Feng Zhihuan, stop hiding. Time is almost up. It's time for you to hit the road."

Like a vengeful ghost climbing out of hell to claim a life, the Emperor Robe Youth called the woman's name over and over.

Together with the rustling of swaying leaves, it was enough to make one's hair stand on end!

Behind a big tree, Feng Zhihuan gripped the Golden Crow Weeping Blood Bow tightly, suppressing the unruly divine weapon.

She could keep the Golden Bow firmly under control.

What she feared was the Bow Spirit suddenly emerging and alerting the other side.

"Quiet!" Feng Zhihuan sent through her thoughts, fury blazing within her. "Do you want that little bitch to die?"

In an instant, the Golden Crow Weeping Blood Bow stopped trembling.

Feng Zhihuan's face darkened. Her Phoenix Eyes brimmed with anger as she listened to the distant voice gradually fade away.

After a long while, the woman let out a long breath.

After the shock and fury came even greater humiliation!

She had roamed the mountain realm for over a decade. When had she ever been this wretched?

Yet that damned Great Xia Heavenly Pride was actually this overwhelmingly powerful!

She had watched her Second Husband get cut down with her own eyes, dying so cleanly and decisively.

So pitifully.

And that useless Great Husband.

Heh.

At least he had been a good dog.

He had known