Fang Lin watched all of this, his expression complex; this should be the Old Dried Corpse's memory, replaying before his eyes.
This was the Demon Saint's past, and perhaps also the reason why the Old Dried Corpse had become the Demon Saint.
Down the mountain, shouts of killing echoed throughout, besieging them from all directions, among them were some incredibly powerful figures.
And all these people were gathered to deal with this pair of siblings with little power to resist.
Root out the weeds completely!
Their purpose was to eradicate all potential hazards. After all, their actions this time were immoral; they couldn't leave any survivors.
"Brother, are we going to die?" The girl, trembling, leaned into the young man's embrace, her voice filled with fear.
The young man's face was resolute. Even though his eyes held despair, he still comforted her, "Don't worry, we won't die."
The girl raised her head, looked deeply into the young man's eyes.
