With his heart penetrated and blood running dry, and because Shentu Nantian had burned his blood essence desperately, now his flame of life was gradually extinguishing. His life had come to an end.
Shentu Nantian stared widely and deadly at the black stone ground. And those black stone tiles were the last thing in the world he saw…
As an unscrupulous man, who resolved to be the formidable ruler of the Tian Yuan world, he died with his ambition and immense hatred, unable to accept his death.
Despite how brilliant they were in life or how much destructive power they held, as long as martial arts practitioners died in a mystic realm, they would usually die horribly like a wild dog. This was probably the woe of being a warrior.
In Shentu Nantian's surroundings, many cultivators witnessed Shentu Nantian's death and fell into silence.
