One of them suddenly stamped his foot and his entire figure flickered instantly behind Killing Ghost Wang Jia. His arm pierced down, effortlessly penetrating Wang Jia's back like an iron rod.
A look of horror flashed in Wang Jia's eyes, and his smile froze.
He suddenly looked down to see a huge hole burst open at the position of his left chest, an arm piercing through, fingers still clutching a beating, resilient heart. Blood dripped down profusely.
"No!!!"
Boom!
The fingers closed, and an immense force erupted, directly crushing the heart!
Trickles of blood exploded, turning into a rain of blood in the air.
Thud!
A body fell heavily to the ground, face turned sideways, showing an expression of disbelief. The pool of blood spread from the hole where the heart had been.
Drip!
A figure lightly landed, revealing a lean and aged form.
It was Chen Liao.
His right hand hung slightly down, dripping with blood.
