Afterward, Heng Guyuan swiftly sent voice transmissions to the Spirit Transformation cultivators, telling them to stay alert to their surroundings. He personally began examining his fellow sect members' corpses, planning to discuss matters with his junior brother afterward and organize and analyze the clues they had obtained.
However, just as Heng Guyuan bent halfway down to begin examining Xu Yusheng's corpse, only three or four breaths passed before he abruptly raised his head.
At nearly the same moment, the others nearby displayed different reactions as well, because they all heard the sound of "rustle, rustle, rustle..."
Before long, the island once again erupted with the thunderous blasts of spells and the warning roars of Heng Guyuan and the others. Yet no matter how those sounds filled heaven and earth, they could no longer travel beyond the island...
Time raced by. Once everything on the island had calmed, Li Yan's ghostlike figure appeared once more.
At that moment, he was looking at the dead Heng Guyuan. The man's body floated in the air, but his head hung limply to one side.
A noose was cinched tightly around Heng Guyuan's neck. His tilted head bore a pair of bulging eyes that stared rigidly ahead, while his tongue dangled long from the corner of his mouth. The sight was enough to make one's hair stand on end.
A golden leaf was still clutched in Heng Guyuan's lowered hand. When he sensed disaster bearing down upon him, he had wanted to send out one final plea for help, but it had all been in vain. He no longer had the strength to crush it.
Li Yan lightly beckoned, and the golden leaf immediately flew toward him, landing in his grasp. Then, with a muffled thud, Heng Guyuan's corpse crashed heavily to the ground, while