"Let us die together!"
This was Mu Qingyang's attitude.
The White-haired Ghost looked at the massive cracks splitting the ground around him, his face pale.
"Too late... too late..."
The voice of the White-haired Ghost was hoarse.
Mu Qingyang, this lunatic, had no idea what the scene before them represented, as the spreading sound of the Earth Cave diminished, the cracks gradually closed up, indicating that the preparation for [Incision] was essentially complete.
Next, it really was a matter of dying together.
He never expected that while he was engaged in a life-and-death struggle here, Yuan Zhong intended to kill him as well.
But why?
Killing him, what benefit does it serve?
"Swish!"
In the next moment, a young figure clad in a black windbreaker swept to the place where the two were entangled in combat.
Gu Shen clutched his iron blade, without a moment's hesitation, his hand rose and the blade fell, severing a third head!
Mu Qingyang stared at the scene in a daze.
