Seeing that another of their comrades had been killed, many foreign cultivators had strange expressions on their faces and silently retreated a few steps.
At the same time, they didn't dare to move their gazes. They were all vigilantly watching the area that was being attacked.
But this time, the remains did not disappear. Instead, they splattered in all directions, dyeing the ground red.
Perhaps because the foreign cultivator's attack had a fire skill, the pieces of flesh fell to the ground and suddenly sparked, then burned violently.
It didn't take long for all the flesh and blood to turn into ashes, and the unpleasant smell of burning spread everywhere.
Dust to dust, earth to earth, turning into a handful of dust and merging into the earth was still much better than leaving a corpse in the wilderness!
However, the little monster had already disappeared. No one knew where it had gone, and all that was left was a broken rope.
"How is it?"
