Lin Xuan did not know!
Yet there was no confusion on Bingpo's face.
Her jade hand brushed out.
A brilliant radiance flashed past.
Space twisted in that instant, shattering all over the ground like fragile glass.
Blood sprayed into the sky. That frenzied Iron Guard had already been slain by her own hand.
Bingpo's gaze was incomparably icy, yet Lin Xuan saw a trace of pain and remorse deep in her eyes. Clearly, she had done this because she had no other choice.
What secret was hidden in all this?
That guard was a Saint Ancestor-level expert. Who could have controlled him in an instant? Even a True Immortal might not necessarily be able to do it.
Lin Xuan's heart was shaken beyond measure, and at the same time, it was filled with bewilderment.
Looking out, humans, demons, Ancient Demons, and Yinhun ghostly beings were slaughtering one another, yet also helping one another. Comrades who had been as close as flesh and blood one moment suddenly turned their blades on each other the next. There had not been the slightest sign beforehand; it was as if they had abruptly been seized by a devilish barrier and gone mad.
What on earth was going on?
Between the Three Realms, should there not have been layer upon layer of hatred? The Asura King had even led the ghostly beings of the Underworld to massacre the Spirit World until blood flowed like rivers. Why, at this moment, was she, as the Lord of the Underworld, fighting shoulder to shoulder with Loose Immortals, demon kings, and the True Devil Progenitor?
What had happened in ancient times?
And what secrets were hidden between the Three Realms?
Lin Xuan came into contact with more and more information step by step, yet instead he became ever more