Ai Xue felt his vitality rapidly depleting. His pupils dilated as he slowly lowered his head and looked at the lightning spear that had pierced through his dantian in disbelief.
He had never thought that he, who was a prodigy of the Supervisory Temple, an existence that surpassed all the prodigies of the high-latitude factions, would actually die in this ancient battlefield?
Song Ci's eyebrows kept twitching. He turned around and looked at Mu Fusheng, who had a cold expression on his face. He raised his hand, and the power of lightning flowed in his palm. He said in horror, "You actually dare to kill someone from our Supervisory Temple? Do you know what the consequences are?!"
On Ye Qiubai's side, Song Xiao and Jiang Qingluan were also in disbelief.
Even though the Supervisory Temple was a neutral faction, if anyone dared to anger the Supervisory Temple, they would be hunted down endlessly!
