After Lu Qing called out, the figure on the White Jade Throne showed no response.
Only the half of its body wreathed in Demonic Qi continued to spew forth countless monsters.
Those monsters were born from Xuanhua's corpse, as though they were endless and inexhaustible.
Once born, they surged outward like a tide, joining the vast army of monsters.
Lu Qing watched quietly, already certain in his heart.
Xuanhua had likely truly fallen.
Otherwise, with his abilities, how could he have allowed Darkness Power to erode his own body?
Though that Darkness Power was strange and powerful, Xuanhua's strength in life had far surpassed the Dao Transformation Realm. If he were still alive, even if only a shred of consciousness remained, he could never have allowed this Darkness Power to ravage his body so recklessly.
Lu Qing recognized the force eroding Xuanhua as well.
Its aura fluctuations and eerie blackness came from the same source as the power wielded by the Black Figure he had seen within the Shattered Jade Illusion.
It was Demon Heaven.
The peerless Black Figure known as "Demon Heaven," the one who had joined forces with the Blood Demon to besiege Xuanhua.
It seemed that in that battle from who knew how long ago, Xuanhua had ultimately failed to escape their pursuit.
He simply did not know why Xuanhua's corpse had appeared here.
Had he suffered fatal injuries, fled here in the end, and died from wounds too grave to heal? Or had someone placed his corpse here for some other purpose?
Lu Qing had no way of knowing.
He quietly observed Xuanhua's corpse, a grave look appearing on his face.
Though he was merely a Divine Sense Clone, his perceptive abilities remained.
He could clearly sense that, although the other party had died who knew