It was already completely cold.
Moreover, the meridians in his body had been shattered, and even his soul aura had vanished without a trace.
"How could this be... How could this be..."
Yun Yun knelt on the ground in a daze, tears silently sliding down her face.
She could not understand how a Dou Zong expert could have died in such a bizarre manner.
Within the Jama Empire, who could silently kill a Dou Zong?
It could not have been Xuan Jin. Then who was it?
Just then, Great Elder Yun Leng seemed to notice something. Pointing at a patch of black ash in the corner of the stone bed, his voice trembled.
"Sect Master, look over there!"
Yun Yun followed the direction he pointed. Within the ashes, a damaged black token flickered in and out of view.
A ferocious skull pattern on the token emitted a cold, sinister aura.
Yun Yun stared at the black ashes radiating that chilling aura and the damaged token, utterly frozen.
"This is..."
Yun Leng walked forward shakily, cautiously reaching for the token, but Yun Yun stopped him at once.
"Don't touch it!"
Yun Yun's voice carried an unprecedented gravity.
Although she did not know what the token represented, its vicious skull pattern and the evil aura that seemed to seep into her bones filled her with instinctive revulsion.
To silently kill a Dou Zong who had just broken through and leave such an item behind—both the enemy's origins and strength were beyond anything she could imagine.
The Jia Ma Empire definitely had no such being.
"Sect Master, what exactly is this? The old Sect Master... who killed him?"
Yun Leng's voice was thick with tears and endless fury.
The Misty Cloud Sect had only just gained a Dou Zong. It should have been