"Did any of you encounter anything similar to that bloodworm when this loose cultivator died?"
Lu Xuan asked solemnly.
"No, no."
Several monks of the Song Family shook their heads continuously.
One of them seemed to think of something, hesitated for a moment, and said.
"Senior Lu, when the loose cultivator was about to die, I saw a beam of blood light shooting out from his body. I thought it was his blood at the time, so I didn't pay much attention."
"Hmm."
Lu Xuan nodded lightly.
"It seems to have fled far away."
"Uncle Lu, what should we do now?"
Song Yu looked worried. Such a major event as a demon envoy invading Void Nether Island had occurred, making him as the island's owner feel extremely anxious.
Fortunately, Lu Xuan, a foundation establishment realm cultivator born from a great sect, was present to calm the situation and reluctantly stabilize their emotions.
