Dozens of people appeared beside Lin Bai's flesh and blood, staring dumbfounded at his body, which had been torn into pieces.
"This..."
Prince Liang and He Gongji widened their eyes in disbelief.
Inside that black cloud, the divine sense avatar of the Palace Master of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace frowned. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and vanished in an instant.
"Palace Master!"
He Gongji and Old Wen hurriedly looked toward the black cloud, wanting to ask what had happened, only to discover that it had existed for no more than a breath before departing.
"Good riddance!"
All the martial artists and prodigies inside the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace were worried and anxious over Lin Bai.
Only the First God Child, upon seeing Lin Bai "killed," clapped his hands and cheered.
"Brother Lin... this..."
Even Bu Junfeng could not believe it.
Standing amid the Baleful Intent, Bu Junfeng's expression stiffened slightly. His eyes widened, unable to accept what he was seeing.
Suddenly, at that moment...
A laugh came from somewhere in the void: "Why do you all look like you're mourning someone?"
"He's not dead yet, you know."
"Chu and the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace are far too impatient."
"Or could it be... that even you underestimated him?"
Upon hearing that voice, the experts of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace and Chu naturally understood that a Great Mystic Art User deep within the void was speaking.
But after hearing what he said, they exchanged bewildered looks, finding it hard to believe.
"Heh."
"Brother Bu, are you mourning me?"
At that moment, Lin Bai's voice suddenly echoed ethereally through the void.
The instant they heard his voice, the martial artists of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace and Chu felt relieved. They immediately flashed away one after another.
Bu Junfeng, whose