"Li..."
"This is impossible!"
As over half of Yang Liehuan's form exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist, only a small remnant of his body remained, falling into the void on the spot. In the distance, Wu Qiren, who was just about to charge again towards Lin Chuzu and the six others, shook violently, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.
A thunderous desolate howl erupted, and without a hint of hesitation, Wu Qiren tore open a rift in the void with a wave of his hand.
Before rushing in, his icy words again emerged from his mouth: "Demon Yaksha, Other Shore remnants, you've caused a huge disaster. That was the Daozi of the Shiyang Clan. Wait to face the fury of the Shiyang Clan..."
As his words fell, his figure flickered and vanished. He was only a Semi-Emperor, and Yang Liehuan was a Semi-Saint, and even a Semi-Saint had perished here, so how could he dare to stay alone?
