The Vermilion Bird was beheaded, but no corpse remained. Its head and severed body both exploded into flames that filled the sky.
Jiang Wanyue and Elder Xu swept their gazes across the sea of fire, their divine senses searching in every direction.
"Madam, is he dead?" Elder Xu asked.
"I don't know either..."
Before Jiang Wanyue could finish, a figure appeared in the distant sky.
Who else could it be but "Gu Huang"?
"Another death-substitution technique, shedding his shell like a golden cicada!" Jiang Wanyue's gaze darkened.
During her previous fierce battle with "Gu Huang," he had used the same Death-Substitution Spell twice.
Death-substitution spells were not uncommon in the Immortal Realm. What was strange was that this man could cast them one after another.
As for Song Wen...
He had used the Death-Substitution Spell to escape, but rather than seize the opportunity to close in on Jiang Wanyue and Elder Xu, he had fled into the distance for one reason: the injury to his left shoulder.
The wound was not particularly severe. It had only torn through the outer layer of flesh, without even exposing the bone.
Yet the wound had already blackened, and the blood flowing from it was as black as ink. Dark markings had also appeared on his shoulder, spreading toward his heart and head like tree roots.
Wherever those dark markings reached, the meridians in Song Wen's body were instantly blocked, preventing even the slightest flow of immortal essence.
Have I been poisoned?
Song Wen's brows knitted tightly.
The Death-Substitution Spell had helped him evade Jiang Wanyue's sword strike, but the poison had clearly come from the wound inflicted by the wooden spike. The spell could not rid him of it.
"Ha ha ha..."
Elder Xu's laughter suddenly rang out.
"Gu Huang, you've been poisoned