By this time, Lingfang Valley had lost its former picturesque beauty. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but devastation; not a single plant remained, and the ground looked as though it had been plowed over several times. Like a plucked chicken, it lay exposed in a state too ugly to bear looking at. The towering landmark peak within Lingfang Valley, the Medicine Hut, had also collapsed...
No one present had expected that killing Yan Zhuixing would lead to such consequences. Especially that mysterious mass of black light—it was simply unbelievable. It seemed far more powerful than Yan Zhuixing himself. How could this be? Everyone was shrouded in doubt...
Among the stunned, chicken-like crowd, Wen Lanfeng was the first to recover. The skin over his body had basically turned black, black from the inside out. His entire person seemed enveloped in an aura of death. The first thing he did after regaining his senses was rush to where Lu Yanqing had originally been, dig through the earth, and pull her out...
"Star-Sucking!"
Yue Qianchou's shout startled everyone into turning to look. They saw a dried corpse slowly collapsing before him. The moment it hit the ground, it shattered into pieces. The dead man was none other than Bing Chengzi.
Nong Zhu flashed over and stood beside Yue Qianchou, looking at the wreckage on the ground. Clutching his slightly uncomfortable chest, he frowned. "Are you a mad dog, kid? Biting whoever you see! He'd already waved his hand in surrender. Why did you still have to deal him such a vicious blow?" Yue Qianchou wiped the nosebleed from his painted face with one hand, his expression savage. "If Yan Zhuixing had truly died, I wouldn't have minded sparing him. The key is that the bastard got away again.