Bai Qinchen wasted no more words. His figure flickered, instantly becoming an invisible shadow that merged soundlessly into the void, leaving only an icy voice transmission echoing in the three women's ears: "Remember, you must make certain Chang Gongwei is dead!"
As Bai Qinchen's presence vanished completely, nothing remained in the ruins but deathly silence and the sound of figures rapidly cutting through the air in the distance.
Mu Zimo, Shui Rou'er, and Hai Shuixing stood frozen. After a moment, they slowly turned, their gazes settling on the mangled figure nearby.
Chang Gongwei's consciousness was already fading, but his hollow eyes remained fixed on them, as though he wanted to see how this would finally end.
"I'm sorry..."
A dagger as black as ink condensed in Mu Zimo's hand, Dark Divine Power ** along its edge, giving off the breath of death.
"For him... you must die." She raised the dagger high and viciously plunged it toward the man she had once loved deeply, yet now had to destroy with her own hands.
Squelch!
With the dull sound of a blade piercing flesh, the dagger condensed from the utmost Dark Divine Power drove straight through Chang Gongwei's heart without the slightest hesitation.
Blood instantly burst forth like a crimson spring breaching its banks, gushing along the black fuller and splashing across Mu Zimo's pale yet heartless face.
Chang Gongwei's body convulsed violently, then collapsed heavily among the broken stones, as though the last backbone supporting his soul had been torn away.
His eyes, which had once reflected the world's light, now stared wide and unfocused, fixed on the woman before him whom he had loved for millions upon millions of years.
His lips moved, but only breathy sounds emerged from his throat, mingled with the bloody froth welling up, making