Bloody mist filled the air as a few broken bodies fell from the sky.
No one survived.
The corpses filled the ground.
This was what the True Immortal that had his shoulder patted saw.
Everyone but him…
They were completely wiped out.
He looked at the person who patted his shoulder and moved his mouth, but he couldn't say a word. It was as if a great calamity was about to arrive, and he couldn't speak.
"I—I—"
"I understand."
Jiang Lan nodded slightly.
Boom!
Blood mist drifted.
He did not bring any pain to this True Immortal.
Perhaps in the end, this True Immortal didn't even know what Jiang Lan understood.
A gentle breeze blew past. Jiang Lan walked up to Ao Man and grabbed the halberd.
Zi!
Thunder surged.
The earth shook.
Splash!
Boom!
In an instant, endless lightning flashed, covering all the corpses that had fallen or fallen.
