An area where the Demon Suppression Pagoda had just smashed down now appeared a deep pit about four to five meters deep.
Voracious Wolf gasped for air non-stop, looking with a heart full of palpitations at the deep pit before walking to its edge. He glanced inside and saw that Seven Kills had turned into a pool of flesh, with the head still vaguely identifiable amongst the features, which remained intact yet looked grotesquely terrifying, enough to make one's skin crawl.
The Demon Suppression Pagoda had smashed his physical body into mush, and his Nascent Soul had directly shattered, leaving no possibility of survival.
"'A dead fellow daoist is not a dead poor daoist,' this saying I learned from you. You would definitely understand my predicament," muttered Voracious Wolf before quickly turning to look in the direction of Lu Chuan, a deep wariness in his eyes.
