Closer, closer…..
As the blood red spears were about to reach King Xieluo's body, all of the Mountain Breaking Army and the Yan Cloud Cavalry could not help but revealed nervous expressions.
"Slash!"
The two spears penetrated into each half, and rays of crystal light shimmered around the spears, diffusing swiftly.
King Xieluo suddenly stopped struggling, he laid completely still and silent, as the stormy rain continued to pour on his body, scattering among the light.
"Dead?"
"Is he really dead?"
"I think he's dead."
Everyone focused on the blood stained body halves, unsure of what is going to happen next.
"POOM!" At this moment, a trail of blood showered from the sky.
Then, a silhouette whizzed down from above, his black outfit totally drenched from the rain shower, and his face looking all pale and pallid but his hand still holding onto the sword very tightly.
