Plop!
Plop!
Bloodraven's bisected corpse fell from the sky, dropping into the icy waters below.
"Pfft."
In mid-air, Qin Yang's face was pale as paper, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swayed for a moment and then also fell downward.
"Brother Qin Yang."
Zilan, seeing this, flashed her delicate body forward to quickly catch the falling Qin Yang.
"Brother Qin Yang, are you alright?"
Zilan's bright eyes revealed a touch of anxiety as she asked.
At this time, Nangong Feiyang, Nangong Huozhu, Bi Luoyue, Leng Feng, Mu Shuiyuan, and others gathered around.
"Cough, cough, I'm fine... just a bit too exhausted..."
Qin Yang's face was pale, he slowly shook his head, his eyes glanced at the sea surface where the old ghost's corpse fell, a flicker of light appeared in his eyes.
Finally dead!
This Middle Stage Immortal Venerable Realm old ghost finally perished under their combined efforts!
