The night was like water, and the evening breeze brushed the branches and leaves in the forest, causing them to sway left and right, producing a ceaseless rustling sound.
In the woods, the swiftly moving figure of Rock suddenly came to a halt.
Under the cover of night, he widened his eyes, staring in disbelief at what lay ahead!
What came into Rock's view was the corpse of Zorro.
Zorro lay motionless ahead, his eyes wide open in a death stare, a horrifying wound on his throat, not to mention his body completely drenched in blood. Even the weeds beneath him were stained with blood, a truly miserable sight.
"Could it be that Zorro was killed by that guy named Ye Fan?"
Although Rock was sure that Zorro was dead, he still found it hard to believe that Ye Fan, merely a Level 7 Cultivator, could kill Zorro, who was in the Half-step War God realm—this completely violated the laws of the Cultivation World!
However—
