"Thud!"
Just then, the black-clad young man collapsed at his feet like a withered branch...
"Help! I don't want to die!" Wang Xian gasped, his face flushed red.
"I only wanted immortality. No..."
Wang Xian was on the verge of tears yet helpless to do anything. Seeing the young man sprawled on the ground, his hands and feet connected to a head of black hair that had instantly turned gray-white, he thought the other party was about to transform and screamed in fright.
Yet the spiritual energy within his body churned violently at that very moment. A bitter look spread across Wang Xian's face. He knew that this time, he was likely facing nine deaths and one life—or even ten deaths and no life.
If Ling Feifei and the others were here, things would still be all right. As long as that red-robed woman did not go berserk, perhaps they would still have the strength to fight.
"I never thought I'd die here the first time I entered the mountains."
Wang Xian gave a bitter laugh, but he gritted his teeth. Until the very end, he would never give up on his chance to live.
The instant he raised his head, however, he was once again so frightened that he could not speak...
"You... you killed my junior brother!"
At some point, the red-robed woman had seized one of Wang Xian's arms in a death grip. A trace of fear appeared in his eyes, and he cried out, "A ghost!"
"Die!"
The red-robed woman had never dreamed that in the blink of an eye, her companion would be left with only outflowing breath and no breath coming in...
Overcome by shock and fury, she struck the top of Wang Xian's head with one palm.
By an absurd stroke of bad