Divine flames burned, illuminating heaven and earth.
The instant Luo Yao's figure vanished, everyone saw two figures faintly emerge amid the dazzling blaze.
One was a kind-faced old man.
The other was an illusory woman.
They were none other than Heart Demon Old Man and Huan Yan Ancestral Founder!
Everyone's hearts jolted, and their expressions changed drastically.
Su Yi's gaze was indifferent and icy, while towering fury surged in the depths of his black eyes.
"So it was you two."
Su Yi spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Heart Demon Old Man laughed. The sight of Su Yi's mingled hatred and fury seemed to delight him immensely.
Huan Yan Ancestral Founder, meanwhile, wore a disdainful expression.
Then, both their figures dispersed into the sea of flames filling the sky.
They vanished completely.
Even the surging divine flames gradually died out.
Whoosh!
The Rotten Sword Sheath returned and landed in Su Yi's palm.
With his lips pressed tight, he stood there in a daze, staring silently at the place where Luo Yao had vanished.
Wen Qingfeng and the others looked grief-stricken, their hearts hollow and aching.
"Brother Fuyou, did you... already know that Luo Yao had fallen victim to the enemy?"
Wen Qingfeng's voice was low.
Earlier, Luo Yao had nearly killed him, but now that she had perished, all that remained in his heart was grief, indignation, and sorrow.
Su Yi slowly nodded. "From the very first moment I returned to Asking Dao City and saw A Yao, I knew she had already been harmed..."
Everyone was shocked, disbelief written across their faces.
Su Yi sighed and took a white, crystalline hand bone from his sleeve.
"This is a hand bone that A Yao left behind in the Human Realm long ago. By a twist of fate, it came into my