Not ten breaths after Long Yan left, nearly twenty figures arrived outside of the Death Thunder Prison. The leader was a woman in a purple skirt, extraordinarily beautiful, appearing to be in her early twenties.
"We are a step too late, the White Bone Young Lord has been killed!"
Looking at the shriveled corpse of the White Bone Young Lord, the woman in the purple skirt frowned slightly, a trace of seriousness rising in her beautiful eyes.
The White Bone Young Lord was slain, obviously someone had acted faster than them.
"The essence blood of the White Bone Young Lord has been devoured completely, what a ruthless method!"
A grey robed elder stepped out from behind the woman in the purple skirt. Looking at the corpse of the White Bone Young Lord, he appeared somewhat surprised. It was clear from the corpse of the White Bone Young Lord that the one who killed him was extremely vicious.
