A short while later, within the realm of Great Night Filling the Sky.
The delicate-featured Devil Cultivator was now black as charcoal, his face contorted and his body writhing, seemingly in excruciating pain.
Song Yan's gaze fell on the fat Daoist.
He had not expected the two to be in the same place. Not having to search for them one by one saved him some effort.
The fat Daoist was staring at the three of them in terror.
Third Brother had died almost the moment they met.
That meant the same would happen to him.
He kept flying backward, but the darkness behind him seemed endless. The three before him always remained the same distance away.
"A formation?"
The fat Daoist was somewhat astonished. "Impossible..."
The two of them had been dragged into this strange night almost instantaneously.
"Boy from Xin Mountain, you actually conspired with a righteous cultivator to kill your own brothers! Aren't you afraid-"
"Who are you calling your brothers?"
Sheng Nian glanced at him with disgust, as though looking at something filthy.
"Would my own brothers disguise themselves as Rogue Cultivators to kill me?"
He gave the Corpse Puppet A Yuan a look.
A Yuan understood and stepped forward.
"What are you doing? Lei Ning will be back soon. If you leave now, I'll let bygones be bygones."
The Corpse Puppet A Yuan seemed to have been reminded of something.
He took the tall, thin cultivator's remains out of his Heaven and Earth Bag and piled them beside the delicate-featured Devil Cultivator's corpse.
At the sight of the tall, thin cultivator's barely recognizable corpse, the fat Daoist's breathing stopped almost instantly.
Only now did he stop concealing his terror. "Spare..." A plea squeezed from his throat as his corpulent body desperately curled backward. "Spare me-"
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