Hong Zhe relaxed slightly and looked toward Jiang Yushan, who had fallen to the ground.
Shadow Void was far too important. Nothing could go wrong.
Yet the moment his expression eased, it abruptly tightened again.
He sensed a fierce killing intent striking from behind him, making every hair on his body stand on end.
Without a moment's thought, he instinctively summoned the corpse coffin to shield his back.
But the corpse coffin failed to block the attack and was effortlessly pierced through.
Only then did Hong Zhe discover that his attacker was nine transparent blades.
A divine sense attack!
As this thought flashed through his mind, the nine transparent blades had already plunged into his sea of consciousness.
The divine sense power contained within these nine transparent blades was not especially strong. Under normal circumstances, Hong Zhe believed they would not have been able to harm him much at all.
However, his sea of consciousness and divine soul had only just been severely wounded by Shadow Void.
His sea of consciousness and divine soul were already riddled with holes. How could they withstand another round of attacks?
"Aah—"
Hong Zhe let out a miserable scream, his body trembling uncontrollably.
A figure flashed past. An incomparably swift silhouette closed in like a ghost.
A sharp, pitch-black claw pierced through his back and emerged from his chest.
Staring at the claw protruding from his chest, Hong Zhe felt his vitality and all the strength in his body rapidly draining away.
At the same time, a vast amount of corpse qi surged from the claw, sealing his divine soul and dantian.
Hong Zhe instantly lost all perception of the outside world. He became meat on the chopping block, utterly incapable of resistance.
Song Wen put away Hong Zhe's corpse, then dove straight down