"Death was too good for him!"
Zhang Daoling spoke slowly, his face indifferent.
At this moment, after seeing Zhang Daoling emerge, Northern Buddha felt even less confident about taking Li Changfeng away. His expression immediately darkened.
Murong Longbo's expression turned solemn, and he could not help thinking, Just how far has this guy's strength reached? I really can't see through him!
Zhuge Weiwo smiled faintly. "As expected of him. His strength is truly unfathomable!"
Ouyang Luo's face darkened as well. Shi Wuming had ambushed him from behind earlier, and he had wanted to capture the man and torture him mercilessly. He had not expected Zhang Daoling to kill him just like that.
At the same time.
After Shi Wuming's death, the morale of everyone in the Corpse Refining Sect plummeted. They were swiftly slaughtered by the various major forces. Blood stained the entire Corpse Refining Sect, corpses lay everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.
No one felt any pity at this sight. Instead, they found it deeply satisfying. Every person on the demonic path had blood on their hands; killing them was truly ridding the people of a scourge!
Just as Zhang Daoling had said, death was too good for them!
"It's finally over..." Ruthless said with a weary expression.
Li Changfeng shook his head. "This is only the beginning! There's still another great battle ahead!"
Iron Hand's expression darkened, and he sighed. "Indeed! I hope this battle can end soon. Too many people have died!"
Zhuiming patted Iron Hand on the shoulder. "Everything will end one day. We only need to wait patiently!"
Leng Xue nodded. "That's right! If we want to face the coming battle, we must become stronger!"
At this moment, Zhang Xuandao and Ouyang Duha also slowly arrived. Their expressions had improved considerably, and their injuries