Now,
it was that unavoidable moment.
These evil paths from beyond the skies, who had come to their world and wantonly slaughtered, would certainly not be spared by the Sacred Tree; it would inevitably...
Crackle.
Ling Ji's thoughts abruptly halted.
In his line of sight, he saw those threads, entangled around Chen Mu like a spider's web, suddenly fading away one by one. This wasn't his doing; rather, the spiritual power constructing the formation's threads was dissipating on its own.
Ling Ji stood frozen in place, but before he could react, a streak of emerald-green spiritual light pierced through the void, penetrated his body, and left a gaping, empty wound in his chest and abdomen.
"..."
Ling Ji slowly lowered his head, looking at the blood hole in his body, then could no longer support himself; he fell into the pool of blood, still utterly confused as his consciousness faded away.
