Thump!
The deadly sharp sword pierced directly into the brow of Chu Mo, who had dropped all his defenses.
"Like this...you will never have to...leave the world of illusion... go find...someone who can help you... forget me... as if I... never appeared before you... "
Chu Mo finished his sentence, his eyes closed, took his last breath and died.
A stream of piercing blood slowly flowed from his brow, chillingly cold.
"You... " Qi Xiaoyu had released the sword from her hand at the moment Chu Mo rushed toward her, but it was too late.
The sword was embedded deep. Even if she had let it go, it still pierced Chu Mo's brow, and fell with his body onto the ground.
"Why?" Qi Xiaoyu's tears fell like rain; she couldn't comprehend why, at the moment when Chu Mo bumped his brow on the sword tip, her heart ached so much that she could barely breathe, and her tears flowed uncontrollably.
The law of power that was formed above her head hesitated for a moment, then... slowly dissipated.
