Pei Buchong gripped his spear in both hands, his gaze dropping toward the earth below. Li Yan, too, did not withdraw his lifebound magic treasure, the aura around him surging rapidly like an ocean tide...
Not far in front of Li Yan, the pointed ends of two Guiyi Water-Parting Spikes had pierced into a Nascent Soul in a crossed formation.
One Water-Parting Spike had stabbed in from one side of the Nascent Soul's head, almost sinking all the way in. The other had driven deep into the Nascent Soul's body from the Jianjing point on the opposite shoulder.
And on that Nascent Soul's agonized, twisted face, though it was badly distorted, one could still vaguely make out Su Nanzi's features!
Li Yan's gaze also fell downward. Beneath the ground there lay a scattered heap of bones, strewn in all directions over a wide area.
On many of the white bones hung either strips of torn clothing, a chunk of flesh, or a length of green tendon. It was utterly impossible to tell that they had once formed a human shape.
Yet the dense stench of blood on the skeleton kept wafting out, spreading swiftly through the black night and filling the area, adding endless gloom and terror to this place...
"A pity!"
Amid the silence, Pei Buchong's icy voice finally sounded.
"Yes, a pity!"
Li Yan's voice followed. Both of them understood what the other meant. After all the effort they had put into this design, in the end, they had still failed to capture Su Nanzi alive. Endless regret could not help but rise in both their hearts!
Li Yan beckoned with one hand, and the Guiyi Water-Parting Spikes carrying the dead Nascent Soul immediately flew toward him. During their flight, the two Guiyi Water-Parting Spikes had already pulled