Lu Yin looked up. The early hours of the fourth day were drawing near in the distance.
But Ming Lu was destined never to see them.
It had been a powerful opponent. Unfortunately, it hadn't been given the chance for a fair fight.
One could say that Lu Yin had schemed to kill Ming Lu.
Of course, he had also received guidance from Death Lord. Without it, Lu Yin couldn't have killed Ming Lu.
As the darkness slowly faded,
Ming Lu lay dead where it had fallen.
Lu Yin walked over and watched it for a moment. He opened his hand, and the Three Death Arts rose into the air before entering his body.
Thousand Machine Strange Performance had been right. After being cultivated for a long time, the Three Death Arts really did become an unusual turbid treasure. Now, the deathly silence within them was incredibly vast. Although Lu Yin had borrowed Death Lord's Dead Silence Power, if his Three Death Arts hadn't been able to absorb that much of it, he couldn't have suppressed Ming Lu.
In a way, he had personally subdued and killed it.
He put away the Three Death Arts and looked into the distance. Dead Sea Nether Pressure had finished its battle and was watching from afar.
In the end, only Chong Yi remained.
Black Immortal Prison Bone kept flickering about with Instant Movement, while Chong Yi threw out one tributary of the River of Time after another to fight it.
Without a killing move, Chong Yi would have been the only one to hold out until the end of the third day and survive the Death Banquet.
Suddenly, Chong Yi stopped fighting. It slowly descended to the ground and knelt. "Chong Yi begs to join the Main Dao of Death. I ask Death