Qiong Rou was gentle and timid by nature. Even the death of a savage beast would sadden her, let alone a companion who had spent every day by her side. Yao Ying's death filled her with grief and made her resent the Black Flood Dragon, the culprit behind it all.
Yao Ying had been with Qiong Rou. Thinking of the formations before they entered the island, Ling Tian and the others finally understood why Qiong Lie and the rest hadn't received a reply from the two of them. Ling Tian looked at Yao Ying, holding on to one last shred of hope.
But Ling Tian was soon disappointed. Yao Ying lay sprawled behind Qiong Rou, a bloody hole in the center of his forehead. Blood gushed from the wound, and brain matter was faintly visible. His Nascent Soul had clearly been shattered. He was well and truly dead.
At the sight, Ling Tian flew into a rage, and Su Ying and the others were furious as well. Yao Ying had a unique talent that could prove invaluable in the future, but even setting that aside, the bond they'd formed over the years was enough to make his death enrage them. If Mo Yu and Little Devourer hadn't yet taken their positions, Ling Tian and the others might have been unable to stop themselves from charging in.
Mo Yu, Mo Yan, and the others had also seen Yao Ying's gruesome death. They were overcome with fury. Once in position, they signaled Ling Tian, then rose into the air and launched the first attack. Their Purple Obsidian Demonic Eyes flared, saber Qi crisscrossed through the air, and killing intent surged to the heavens.
As soon as they attacked, Mo Yan and Mo Yu revealed their strongest techniques. Their long sabers carried boundless