"Smack..."
Zhou Yan's corpse, drained into a dried husk, toppled to the ground.
His eyes bulged, his teeth showed, and his entire face was nothing but skin stretched over bone, shriveled and twisted. He looked horrifyingly savage!
In the forest, a cold wind blew, chilling them to the marrow.
The smile on Zhang Jiu's face had frozen. The knife in his hand began to tremble, and his wide pupils were filled with terror.
Sun Tong, who had been about to attack in coordination with Zhou Yan, was also frozen in place. His fists were raised, his body still held in the posture he had taken for battle, but he couldn't stop himself from shaking all over. His face had turned deathly pale.
"You... you..."
Zhang Jiu suddenly felt his throat go dry. He swallowed hard, and his voice began to tremble as violently as the knife in his hand.
A dried corpse! A dried corpse!
So it was him!
So it was him!
Chen Ju, Wang Long, Wang Hu, Yang Guang...
Luo Qingchen looked at him with icy eyes and walked toward him, one step at a time.
"You... don't come any closer!"
Zhang Jiu hurriedly backed away, then immediately pressed the knife against Zhao Yun's neck as she lay on the ground. Trembling, he cried, "Take another step and I... I'll kill her!"
Yet even he knew how ridiculous his vicious threat was.
Zhao Yun was already on the verge of death.
Now, after he had hacked her body to pieces, she had only one last breath left.
If he killed her with a single slash, it would only be a release.
"Brother Luo..."
Zhang Jiu suddenly burst into tears, his face full of pleading. "There's no deep-seated grudge between us. I've always treated you like a brother. Why