Lu Sheng, or rather, Lu Feng stared blankly at the rain of fiery arrows that seemed to be able to pierce the heavens, and then recalled how he had almost died just facing one head on.
"What the hell is this guy's background... Is he even human...?"
The next instance, he was instantly drowned out by the rain of nearly inexhaustible arrows, not even putting up resistance.
Lu Qingfeng arrived a few seconds later, coldly watching the scene before him as mountains and rivers were all engulfed in a sea of fire.
His eyes seemed to pierce through the smoke, staring fixatedly on a charred corpse as it slowly turned to ashes, it's unmistakable Golden Core aura slowly dissipating into heaven and earth.
"Lu Sheng..."
At this moment, Lu Qingfeng felt somewhat at a loss.
Lu Sheng was dead. The remnant soul responsible for his rise had escaped.
He couldn't perceive it, nor did he care to at this point.
