The cliff was twenty zhang high, with a rushing mountain stream below, scattered with jagged stones.
Huo Ao had taken a sword to the chest; falling from such a height was certainly fatal.
Fang Zhou had already summoned Beichen, staying close by Huo Ao's side to protect him.
At the moment Huo Ao fell off the cliff, Beichen caught him, casually grabbing a large rock and tossing it downward.
As several black-clad figures pursued down the slope, they only heard the loud splash of water; it was deep into the night, and the area below the cliff was pitch black. Even with their Foundation Establishment Realm eyesight, they could only make out vague shapes.
"He took my sword hit and fell from such a height, he's definitely dead. Let's report back!"
One of the black-clad figures said with certainty, and the others nodded in agreement, taking another glance down the cliff before turning to leave.
