Zhu Yin stared blankly at Song Wen, slightly dazed.
A few days earlier, Song Wen had candidly told her that as long as someone distracted Yinshuo, he had a ninety percent chance of killing Yinshuo in a single strike.
At the time, she had still harbored doubts and had not fully believed him.
After all, how could a peak Nascent Soul Cultivator be so easily slain?
Moreover, Song Wen had reached the Nascent Soul stage after she had. His strength should not have surpassed hers.
When she saw Yinshuo die by Song Wen's hand with her own eyes, an uncontrollable smile appeared on Zhu Yin's face.
Her enemy had perished before her eyes. Though she had not killed him herself, it still counted as avenging her clansmen.
The lifelong wish she had clung to was fulfilled just like that. Amid her excitement, Zhu Yin also felt somewhat lost. For a moment, she did not know where she should go from here.
Especially since she had colluded with the Demon Race, bringing disaster upon humanity and bearing the grave sin of betraying her own kind.
Now that Yinshuo was dead, was there any need to continue all this?
She slightly turned her gaze toward Xing Wenyao in the distance!
The others of both the human and demon races looked at Song Wen, some ecstatic, others furious.
"Hahaha, well done." Yuan Hao threw back his head and laughed.
Meng Lengyu, not far from him, stared at Song Wen in disbelief.
'Gou Jun' was actually a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator—and he had even killed Devil Master Yinshuo. The shock this dealt her was greater even than when Meng Cao had died.
"Damn it!" Xuanchengzi cursed under his breath.
He swiftly shook off the Wind Eagle's entanglement and flew toward Purple Cloud and