The lurking Tianslan clansman moved with extreme speed. With a twist of his body, he shot a hundred zhang away just above the grass, and the palpitating sense of danger vanished at once.
At that moment, exactly one breath had passed before a thunderous boom erupted in the sky over there.
After flying some distance, he hurriedly spread out his Divine Sense to scan the surroundings. Everything around him was empty; he found no trace of the source that had made his heart tremble just now.
This Tianslan clan Golden Core Realm cultivator assumed there was something strange about that female cultivator that had caused his reaction, and he relaxed slightly.
Just as he was about to once again command his distant magic treasure to attack the female cultivator, a violent pain suddenly tore through the abdomen pressed close to the grass. Moreover, he could no longer muster even a shred of spiritual power.
He hurriedly lowered his head to look. That glance was no small matter—he discovered in horror that below his neck, only a layer of ruined skin remained, and it was rapidly vanishing.
His body, his internal organs, and even the Golden Core Realm he had painstakingly cultivated for several hundred years had all silently disappeared. His neck, too, was rapidly melting away.
Only then did the immense pain invade his consciousness. Yet just as his scream reached his throat, his neck was already completely gone, leaving him unable to cry out.
Then, everything abruptly came to an end!
Even his remaining head turned into a handful of flying ash while he still retained consciousness, scattering away on the night wind.
Before this Golden Core Realm cultivator died, he saw two figures fly toward the flying magic treasure he had attacked earlier. Then his consciousness sank into