Ning Zai Fei was completely bewildered.
At that moment, Ning Zai Fei even felt as if he were all alone in the vast universe.
Throughout ancient times, he was the only one.
An odd question and confusion of 'Who am I, where am I, what am I doing' emerged.
Finally.
Under Yan Nan's compulsion, Duan Xiyang let go, but his eyes were still fixed on the face of the Heavenly King Flute, as if he wanted to devour him!
His lips moved, and from the shape of his mouth, it was clear that Ning Zai Fei's eighteen generations of ancestors were being cursed.
Yan Nan personally pulled the White Bone Spear out of the Heavenly King Flute's stomach.
With a clang, he threw it on the ground.
The White Bone Spear let out a muffled grunt, jumped up on its own, and returned to Duan Xiyang's hand.
The Heavenly King Flute's body was pierced through, and blood gushed out.
Yan Nan held his forehead, sighed weakly, and tossed an Elixir Pill over: "Take it!"
