Four purple figures sped off in four different directions.
Although their directions differed, they were all moving roughly toward the Primal God Temple. Of them, only Su Yuan, on the far right, charged straight north, directly toward the Primal God Temple.
The other three headed northwest, due west, and southwest respectively. As they advanced, their distance from the Primal God Temple only grew greater.
From right to left, the four trajectories belonged to Su Yuan, Li Zhenzhen, Liu Jun, and Han Chuang.
The instant the four purple figures shot away, Han Chuang, on the far left, was slightly slower than the others. In Chaos's eyes, he became the closest prey.
Seeing this, Chaos barely hesitated before taking a step toward Han Chuang, who had fallen behind.
Dark crimson wings beat furiously above the sea. Han Chuang's heart had long since risen to his throat. Ever since he had slashed at Chaos, he had been sprinting forward like mad.
Yet those dark crimson wings had barely flapped twice when an unprecedented sense of pressure descended from behind him!
It really came!!
Han Chuang's body went ice-cold, but his speed did not slow in the slightest. Just as his wings were about to finish their second beat, a black finger descended from the heavens!
The threat of death instantly filled his mind.
He did not even have time to see the shadow falling from above before darkness abruptly swallowed his vision!
The next moment, his body bizarrely flattened, as though every bone in him had been crushed in an instant. Like an ant run over by a wheel, he drifted lightly down toward the sea!
Splash—
A small spray of water rose, and scarlet blood stained one corner of the sea before quickly dispersing.
Demon Squad member Han Chuang, dead.
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