Blood mist sprayed out, and the dead leaves on the ground were blown away, forming a huge fan-shaped empty area.
Xu Hongchang and the few men and women in black around him stood at the edge of this empty area, shrinking their necks and not saying a word.
In the dense forest, Xiao Changsheng's begging and wailing sounded from time to time, making them reveal fear and reverence. At the same time, they subconsciously felt a little happy.
It turned out that the begging of a Tough Realm cultivator before death was no different from that of a normal person.
Xu Hongchang looked around. He could feel the people around him glancing at him from time to time.
However, he could not figure it out either. He could not believe that the empty area that extended dozens of feet under his feet was punched out by Senior Brother Lin just now.
It had only been a few months since they parted.
