The arena was silent, all eyes focused on Yi Chen's movements.
But among them, some were joyful, others sorrowful.
The remaining followers of Hei Mietian, now like mourning orphans, still remembered the bold words Hei Mietian had proclaimed before they set out, that they would spend the night on Hehuan Mountain.
Now, it seemed their boss would be spending every night on Hehuan Mountain for the rest of his life.
About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea later, a fair-skinned arm grew out again. Yi Chen moved it slightly, feeling it was slightly weaker than before, but otherwise indistinguishable from the previous one. He breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment, a message had already appeared before his eyes.
[You have successfully slain Hei Mietian, gaining 22,000 Deep Red Points.]
