The three Old Grandmasters who were still alive sat there without moving for a long time. Only after a long while did someone sigh and say, "The number of old brothers grows fewer year by year. It's truly desolate."
"Old Wu still has some tattered fragments of consciousness. In a bit we'll rouse him and ask if he has any last wishes left unfulfilled."
The Old Grandmaster who spoke stretched out his palm, slightly trembling, and gently touched that bloodstained, broken body—only half a small skull and a short section of chest cavity remained.
In the distance, there were sounds of weeping and sighing, the atmosphere heavy.
In the vicinity of this stretch of Yinhang Gorge's Earth Realm, there were battlefields in several places, Grandmasters fallen on every route; even Grandmasters from the Heavenly Clan's High level Taoist lineage in the heavens could not escape the calamity of death.
