Wu Ma widened his eyes, completely unable to believe everything happening before him.
Youlan was dead?
How could this be?
He and Wu Youlan had loved each other for many years, vowing to accompany one another for a lifetime, but now, the other party had actually died!
Seeing Wu Ma's expressionless and drained face, Su Mo couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
He had no enmity whatsoever with Wu Ma and Wu Youlan; in fact, he rather appreciated this pair.
With transcendent talent and special physiques, they were a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven.
However, they could only blame themselves for being born into the Witch Tribe!
The Witch Tribe and he were irreconcilable enemies; this hatred was higher than mountains and deeper than seas, with fundamentally no logic to speak of.
Between them, they naturally stood on opposite sides—this was an irresolvable situation.
At this moment, Wu Ma's crimson eyes suddenly turned, locking onto Su Mo, with crazy murderous intent bursting from his gaze.
"You deserve to die!" Wu Ma said word by word, his voice incomparably cold and devoid of the slightest emotion.
"Wu Ma, we naturally stand on opposite sides. I can only say that you shouldn't have been born into the Witch Tribe!"
With a solemn expression, Su Mo continued, "I respect that you are a genius, and I will grant you a swift death!"
With that, Su Mo slowly walked toward the other party, covering a thousand zhang with a single step. The sword light in his hand was brilliant and dazzling.
"I have a strongest move that I've never used before. If you can catch it, you'll survive; if you can't catch it, then we'll perish together!" Wu Ma said coldly, and with that, raging green flames ignited all