The terror of the God of Lost went far beyond expectation.
Even when facing the Blood Woman, Jiang Ming had the confidence to struggle a little, at least not to be killed in a second. What about the God of Lost?
With one palm, they were all killed in a burst.
Although the Holy Heart's consumption was huge, and Chen Bei was at the end of his strength, the two were genuine Ninth Realm existences, standing at the peak.
However, they could not stand a blow and were all killed.
"How could I, the mighty traveler, have died like this?"
Jiang Ming's eyes were in darkness, turning thoughts. The next moment, he stiffened.
How can thoughts exist if he is dead?
That meant he wasn't dead.
Immediately after, light appeared in front of his eyes, and he opened them.
Opening his eyes felt a bit rusty.
Jiang Ming immediately noticed something wrong; this body was not his own, absolutely not.
It was too weak.
There were no traces of cultivation, just like when he was in high school.
