Ning Fa's expression was grave. He had already tried every secret art he knew, but none had any effect. He could not stop Luo Feixuan's life force from fading, leaving him with a helpless feeling.
Before long, Luo Feixuan's life force had fallen to its lowest point, then vanished completely.
At the sight, True Lord Mingguang's entire body trembled. His eyes filled with disbelief, and he clutched Luo Feixuan's hand as he broke down in tears.
Ku Chen and Fairy Chaolu, standing nearby, also revealed pained expressions. They had never expected that even though Ning Fa had arrived in time and eliminated those three demonic cultivators, he still could not prevent Luo Feixuan's fall.
Yet Ning Fa's sword-like brows were tightly furrowed, incomprehension flashing through his eyes.
His intuition told him that Luo Feixuan's death did not seem to have been caused by the Blood Desire Old Demon.
Instead, it seemed more likely that the secret art Blood Desire Old Demon had used earlier had triggered some hidden affliction within her.
But what kind of hidden affliction could leave even him without the slightest clue, silently claiming Luo Feixuan's life just like that?
Ning Fa sighed and rose to his feet. No matter what, Luo Feixuan no longer possessed any life force. He, too, found it deeply regrettable.
After all, over the years, he had seen countless beautiful women. Yet in terms of appearance, Luo Feixuan could surely hold first place, even surpassing Divine Maiden Zhu Lingyun, Fairy Miaoyin, and Su Wanwan by a little.
To think that she would perish like fallen fragrance and shattered jade—it made him sigh in sorrow.
Just then, Ning Fa's expression abruptly changed, and he looked back at Luo Feixuan with strange light in his eyes.
He suddenly sensed a peculiar aura emerging within