As Gu Jianlin rushed into the Divine Ruins, he was confronted by a horrifying scene.
Jiang Chunyang, who was just a step away from immortality, staggered backward as if his soul had been extracted. His chest was hollowed out, and blood spurted out like a waterfall, staining the ground red.
A handsome young man hugged his corpse tightly, as if bidding him a final farewell.
The young man's face seemed familiar.
Especially his eyes, which held a faint smile, as if greeting someone.
"Stop him!"
Gu Jianlin said instinctively.
He raised the Qilin Wedge, ready to unleash his strongest strike.
At that moment, he heard the sound of the wind—the sharpness of the blade slicing through the air, as fierce as wind and thunder.
The brilliance of the Candle Light Law lit up in his eyes.
That woman also shone with golden splendor.
It should have been like this.
This was their combined attack.
Bang!
