After half a cup of tea, except for a few disciples who didn’t know anything about using Qin Xian ‘er, all of them died without exception.
At the same time.
The same scene appeared in every corner of the outer realm.
All of Su Yu’s former enemies, no matter where they were, no matter how deep they hid, suddenly died!
On the snowy peak of the northern region.
The thirteen threads of fate in Su Yu’s hands broke one after another.
Breaking meant that the owner of the other end of the threads of fate had already died.
His interspatial curse contained a death domain.
In the entire outer region, the number of people who could withstand it could be counted on one hand.
The thirteen threads of fate broke one after another.
Until the last thread of fate was as stable as before, not affected in the slightest.
There was only one reason.
The existence at the other end had ignored his cross-space curse.
