In the forest, a silence prevailed.
Only the sobbing sound of the wind drifted back and forth through the woods.
Clang.
Chen Chou'er looked at Meng Hedong, who had completely perished, and the bloodstained dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
In a pool of blood that gradually spread.
On Meng Hedong's lifeless, pale face, there was only confusion, no resentment.
Because.
Until the moment he was killed by Chen Chou'er, he never doubted that Chen Chou'er had betrayed him.
He was only thinking.
This brother of mine must have been under the illusion skill of the Celestial Wave Divine Son, Xiao Ping, and thus struck him down.
"Brother Meng..."
Chen Chou'er clutched his chest, gasping heavily.
The knife thrust into Meng Hedong's body.
It also dissected his soul, placing his soul on a torture rack of a thousand cuts, enduring the unbearable punishment!
A pain like never before surged, causing Chen Chou'er to collapse on one knee to the ground.
