"The eighth breath..."
Situ Qingfeng knelt on one knee, the beast claw had returned to its original state, and the golden wings were tattered.
In front of him lay over thirty corpses, but he was also at the end of his strength, with a deep wound on his chest, blood gushing out.
Three sword-wielding Martial Artists exchanged glances and simultaneously stabbed at his vitals!
"Seems like... it's the end..."
Situ Qingfeng smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.
"Beichen Immortal Slaying Sword—Rise!"
A clear shout exploded.
The three Martial Artists only felt a surge of golden light before their heads flew high, their faces still frozen in ferocious expressions.
Situ Qingfeng widened his eyes, his throat moved.
"Gu... Gu, you this..."
