On Spirit Snake Island.
After news spread that the Shadowless Tribe had already left, this little island had long since returned to peace.
In the woods.
Two figures suddenly emerged without a sound. One of them casually tossed something, and a figure dropped to the ground.
"Who are you..."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Why do you have a fist art like that?"
"My fate and karma were both hidden by the leaves of the Divine Fate Tree. How could you still split my fate apart with one punch..."
Yuan Dakong was in a wretched state from head to toe.
The Immortal Origin in his body was draining away uncontrollably.
In just a few short minutes, it was as though he had endured another long stretch of years. He had become aged, the aura of decay around him so dense that not even the so-called leaves of the Divine Fate Tree could conceal it.
"Talk."
"Why did you scheme against me?"
"You racked your brains to guide the Great Kun Immortal Emperor into dealing with me. What exactly did you want from me?"
The Shadowless Immortal Emperor looked coldly at Yuan Dakong, without the slightest pity for his miserable state, though he was secretly shaken. He did not know whether Yuan Dakong's condition had been caused by that punch from Li Yun, or by some other reason.
But he could tell.
Yuan Dakong was dead beyond doubt, and once he died, he would probably be unable to revive even his True Spirit.
Normally speaking, for an existence on the level of a Third Grade Immortal King, as long as the True Spirit remained, even if they fell, after countless years of gestation, their True Spirit would awaken again in the Fate River. Along with the restart of fate, they would