"Netherworld King died just like that?"
"How was that possible?"
Chen Zhiming stared blankly at Wen Qingyao.
"I received the task completion notification. The rating was A, which meant it was the guaranteed minimum rating."
Wen Qingyao's expression was grave.
"I got it too, so... Netherworld King really died just like that..."
Chen Zhiming looked at the prompt before him, then suddenly turned to Yang Ling, fear in his eyes.
"Sis Wen, I told you from the start not to get involved in this. Did you see that? He treated Netherworld King like a regular monster!"
Wen Qingyao said nothing. She only looked at Yang Ling, her gaze extremely complicated.
At that moment, they could not see Yang Ling's expression.
Beneath his armor, Yang Ling's eyes were filled with astonishment, suspicion, and solemnity.
And a trace of lingering fear.
"I didn't do anything!"
"I really didn't do anything!"
"How did the Bone Emperor move on its own?!"
"It sucked Netherworld King dry?!"
The next moment, the Bone Emperor suddenly turned its head toward Yang Ling.
The flames in its pitch-black eyes seemed to burn even more fiercely.
Yang Ling hastily withdrew the White Bone Primordial Spirit Method. The Bone Emperor's body dispersed inch by inch, vanishing without a trace.
"No, I need to go back and ask my master about this. There was something strange about the White Bone Primordial Spirit Method.
Clearly, I controlled both the Bone Warriors and the White Bone General, sharing their vision. Yet just now, the Bone Emperor seemed to possess intelligence of its own!"
At that moment, the side effects of the Myriad Dharma Eye began to take effect, reducing Yang Ling's Mental Power to 1 point.
His entire body became extremely exhausted, but he forced himself to stay alert without revealing the slightest