At that moment, Lin Fan and Heavenly God Qingyang immediately grew wary, their eyes fixed on the distorted void ahead.
"Save... me!"
The next moment, a middle-aged man staggered out of the bloody light, his voice faint, as though calling to them for help.
The two rushed over. He was actually a True God, but he was in a wretched state now, his face deathly pale.
As he drew near and saw them, he struggled to open his mouth, utterly weak, but never managed another word. His eyes dimmed, and he collapsed to the ground.
"There are no fatal wounds on him. How did he suddenly die?" Heavenly God Qingyang asked in bewilderment, staring at the corpse on the ground.
Even Lin Fan looked grave. A powerful figure on the verge of becoming a Heavenly God had still died here.
As expected, the underground palace was no ordinary place. Deadly dangers lurked within.
Just then, the man's body rapidly shriveled, yet no blood flowed out. It looked deeply strange.
Heavenly God Qingyang wanted to step forward and examine him closely, for a lingering wisp of the man's will still held on, trying to transmit a message.
"Get back!" Lin Fan suddenly shouted, terrifying rune light blazing from his eyes.
His fingers became like a sword, spewing a Sword Glint. With a wet slicing sound, he split the man's skull open, but no blood splashed out. Only bone, skin, and hair remained.
Buzz!
A tiny red speck beat its wings and shot toward Lin Fan's brow, fierce and swift, carrying a pungent, bloody stench.
"You're courting death!"
Lin Fan reached out, golden light flashing. His fingers were like chopsticks forged from divine gold, clamping around it with perfect precision.
"A little bug?"
While he examined it in puzzlement, the bug transformed,