"Zuo Lunhui, I remember now. You were the one who left behind the Death Mausoleum, but hadn't you already died?"
"Why had you become a death slave?"
Qin Shaofeng's brows drew tightly together.
He had personally seen how the things Zuo Lunhui left behind had effortlessly slaughtered two Heaven and Earth Envoys.
Though this man had yet to make a move, the pressure he exuded alone was enough to fill him with fear.
It was truly difficult to imagine.
If he truly made a move against him, just how troublesome would it be?
"I am not the Zuo Lunhui you know."
The silver figure slowly shook his head and smiled. "If you truly need a form of address, you may call me the Death Body."
"The Death Body?"
From those four words, Qin Shaofeng vaguely understood something.
Yet it was still hazy and indistinct, impossible to truly grasp.
"You need not understand too much. Just remember that when the moment of your death arrives, we will meet again." After leaving those words behind, the silver figure gradually dissipated.
Gu Sanxian had long since been burning with rage.
Yet he knew very clearly that with his own abilities, he was still incapable of fighting Zuo Lunhui's Death Body.
Seeing Zuo Lunhui depart again,
although Qin Shaofeng's side did not possess enough strength to kill him, they could still cause the people under his command to suffer further heavy losses. He could only wave his hand and shout, "Retreat!"
The several figures transformed into clumps of black mist and vanished.
As all the death slaves departed, Qin Shaofeng and the others immediately felt their legs go weak. Quite a few nearly collapsed to the ground.
The Death Body of Zuo Lunhui, who had appeared last, had given them a feeling that was