The Final Night of Closing the Jar and Drawing in the Net, Siren Raises His Sword and Treads Qingyuan

Qingyuan Mountain.

After Dao Qiongchang floated down, the clothing at his waist had already been shredded by that spear strike. Yet the skin exposed beneath was fair and tender.

Jin Feng's spear had indeed sent him flying, and its lingering force had left him aching.

But what had truly burst was merely a golden-bead ornament on that flamboyant old Daoist's belt. It could not deal any real damage.

"Five Declines of Heaven and Man—are you close with him?"

After landing on the mountain, Dao Qiongchang's expression turned grim as he asked this question.

At this point, he could no longer see any White Robes belonging to the Holy Spirit Hall around them.

Those final three who had seemingly escaped death had apparently only been manipulated by the Order attribute.

In the end, Five Declines of Heaven and Man had borrowed another's knife to kill them, and they had died miserably at Dao Qiongchang's hands.

Such losses could not be called small!

If this had happened under Gou Wuyue's watch, and there had been little to gain after the battle, even losing an arm might not have been enough to offset such a grave fault!

On the ground, Zhu Yike knew nothing of any of this. He only felt as though he had gone through a nightmare.

In that dream, someone had viciously kicked him several times, after which countless unknown sinister things had chased him. They pursued him until he broke out in cold sweat, and at last he lost his footing and fell into an abyss.

Just as he tried to fly, he discovered that all his spiritual essence was gone. Dao Qiongchang had even appeared and smiled at him.

Zhu Yike had kicked his legs violently in fright and opened his eyes, only to see the Dao Hall