Yun Zhou was dead.
From start to finish, the entire process had taken only two minutes. He had just died like that.
His death had been simple.
Plain and ordinary.
Everyone said Du Weiyang was the number one expert of the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest.
In truth, Yun Zhou, who had already stood on the fourth step of the Divinity Staircase, was the true hidden leviathan beneath the surface of the lake. Usually low-key, he was capable of delivering the most fatal blow to the others when necessary.
But none of that mattered now.
After hiding his strength for so many years, he had unleashed it fully for the first time—only to encounter an enemy he could not possibly stand against.
In the end, he had been crushed.
And so.
Of the so-called six Major Factions of the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest and their six leaders, nearly all six had died during this mission.
The reason it was said to be "nearly all"—
Was that Yang Jing could be considered missing.
But did that matter?
Even if Yang Jing were still alive—
What could he do?
Clearly, that Broken Sword was abnormal. The hidden rules had come alive, using Yang Jing to pinpoint the coordinates of reality.
Under such circumstances—
If anyone claimed Yang Jing was in good condition, they might as well be trying to fool a ghost.
"Not bad."
After casually killing Yun Zhou, Yin Qiu clapped his hands and said indifferently, "He blocked me for two minutes. He was much stronger than that corpse. That corpse couldn't even withstand a single move from me."
The corpse he referred to—
Was naturally the genuine Shi Jin Jia he had killed in the Bloody Grassland.
Shi Jin Jia was only on the second step of the Divinity Staircase. Compared