"Lu Ren... should still be alive!"
The black-robed man's face was pale. Looking in Lu Ren's direction, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a massive tortoise-shell-shaped piece of stone iron came hurtling toward him from afar.
"Get lost!"
The black-robed man shouted, slashing his longsword fiercely at the stone iron.
Bang!
With a deafening boom, the black-robed man's entire body trembled, and he staggered back several steps.
As for the stone iron, it was sent flying straight away, smashing a huge crater into the ground.
"A mere Great Dao True Treasure dares try to hurt me?"
The black-robed man sneered.
But the next moment!
A phantom sword light suddenly slashed out from the yin mist without any warning.
The sword light was silent and soundless, swift to the extreme.
Having just been forced back by the Immortal-Smiting Iron, the black-robed man's soul had also been gnawed at by the Soul-Devouring Ghost Crows, causing his perception to plummet.
By the time he noticed that sword light, it was already too late.
Pfft!
The sword light instantly pierced through the black-robed man's body.
The black-robed man's body jolted violently. Lowering his head to look at the sword wound on his chest, disbelief filled his face.
"How... is this possible..."
He raised his head with difficulty.
Lu Ren slowly emerged from the yin mist.
The black-robed man opened his mouth, still wanting to say something.
The next moment, his body shuddered violently before he finally collapsed helplessly to the ground, completely losing all signs of life.
"These Soul-Devouring Ghost Crows really are formidable!"
Lu Ren thought to himself, If this World-Evolution Stage expert's soul hadn't been gnawed by the Soul-Devouring Ghost Crows and his strength greatly reduced, my sword just now might not have been able to kill him!