"I won't fall to my death, right?"
Such a thought flashed through the big-bearded man's mind, and he could not help but become more and more terrified.
If that was the case, once the news spread, he would probably become a super laughingstock in the cultivation world.
A cultivator who could fly actually fell from the sky and died in an extremely aggrieved manner?
In such a special situation, it was no different from a frog drowning.
Not only would he be smashed into pieces, but he would also be roasted. He just didn't know what it would taste like.
The more the bearded man thought about it, the more sorrowful he felt.
The way he died was indeed strange. He had actually turned into a pile of roasted rotten meat. Even if someone wanted to collect his body, they probably wouldn't be able to recognize his true appearance.
At this moment, the big-bearded man began to let his imagination run wild. He even wondered what he would taste like after he was roasted.
