“Some people deserve mercy, and some don’t,”Su Yu said slowly. The Asura sword in his hand flashed with a bloody light.
Crack --
Zhao Liang’s head and body were separated.
A dark green soul escaped. At the same time, the ancient dream altar sensed something and sent down a fluctuation.
However, before it arrived, a black vortex appeared between Su Yu’s eyebrows.
“Soul Devouring!”
A magnificent power instantly swallowed Zhao Liang’s soul.
He didn’t even have a soul left. He was completely destroyed.
Yan Changhong, who was standing behind Su Yu, was dumbstruck.
Someone as powerful as Shan Xiong and Zhao Liang had been wiped out without exception?
Yan Changhong gazed at Su Yu’s back. She was filled with awe and gratitude. She mournfully bowed and said, “Thank you for your help, senior. I am eternally grateful!”
She knelt down and bowed. Her heart was filled with endless gratitude.
