The battlefield extended for miles, starting from this ancient town. A vast expanse of ruins lay before them, devoid of life, with the pervasive fluctuations of the Six Tao of Reincarnation, particularly intense. Qin Meng's body was pierced through, nailed to a mountain. His blood had dried, his Essence Qi Spirit had all but vanished, and his Divine Soul was dim and devoid of light. He had died a gruesome death.
Chen Pingping inhaled sharply.
Zi Ji spoke, "Brother, he's dead."
Yes, Qin Meng was dead. It had happened just moments ago.
The battle fluctuations were intense, drawing the attention of many cultivators who were now rushing in this direction.
"Fuck!" Chen Pingping suddenly swore loudly, a sense of foreboding washing over him. Someone used the Six Tao of Reincarnation to slay Qin Meng and is trying to frame me! That person likely intends to use the Demon Emperor's hand to kill me.
