It all happened in an instant.
Three consecutive sword strikes.
Deng Yu was dead!
The entire process had been unimaginably fast.
So fast that even Wu Jianfeng could barely react.
But Wu Jianfeng could hardly be blamed. This was the Heavenly Gang Zone, where the thick astral winds severely obstructed his vision. Unable to release his divine sense, he could only rely on his naked eyes.
And that meant...
When Qin Hao's first sword strike knocked Deng Yu's warblade away, Wu Jianfeng still had no idea what was happening.
When Qin Hao's second strike severely wounded Deng Yu, Wu Jianfeng realized something was wrong and finally understood Deng Yu's predicament.
The man really was calling to him for help!
But...
Understanding was one thing. Before Wu Jianfeng could even react...
Qin Hao's third strike arrived.
That strike turned Deng Yu into a corpse, and then a sweep of astral wind left him dead beyond all doubt. Utterly dead.
Wu Jianfeng had only just decided to act when Deng Yu died. How could he possibly have saved him in time?
He sucked in a sharp breath!
Wu Jianfeng inhaled, his face filled with horror.
Three strikes.
As casually as brushing away dust!
And Deng Yu was dead.
The crucial point was...
Deng Yu was no weaker than he was.
If Qin Hao could kill Deng Yu so effortlessly, what about him?
Fear crept into Wu Jianfeng's eyes.
He understood.
If he and Deng Yu had joined forces, they could absolutely have suppressed Qin Hao. They might even have had a sliver of hope of killing him.
But they had failed to join forces. Give Qin Hao even an instant, and the outcome would change completely.
"Deng Yu is dead. He died by Qin Hao's sword..."
Wu Jianfeng looked dazed, then jolted