But Yang Chong and Cao Huan were tragically struck down by a beautiful bolt of lightning, which kept shooting at them.
Wherever they passed, it was like a knife, an axe, and another axe hacking through, splattering their bodies with blood.
"Kashan—"
Just as Yang Chong and Cao Huan were desperately fighting for their lives, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell behind Wei Yanming, cleaving his body in two.
At this moment, one could see that Wei Yanming's eyes were already lifeless; a breath of death was instantly wiped away, and his pupils dilated and slackened.
Wei Yanming's death pushed the already near‑collapse Cao Huan and Yang Chong completely over the edge.
Right now, they regretted joining the formation and following Lu Xingyu.
If they hadn't come to Wudang, they wouldn't have clashed with Ao Cangsheng. If they hadn't clashed with Ao Cangsheng, they wouldn't be killed here.
But talking about this now seemed far too late.
"Crackle—"
