After tossing Zhen's corpse away, An Wuping suddenly fell to his knees and slowly collapsed to the ground.
He kept making sounds of blood being stuck in his throat unable to be spat out, and sounds of trying to breathe.
However, under Zhen's final attack, An Wuping's lungs were clearly torn apart, and breathing became a luxury.
It seemed like life was about to leave An Wuping.
From quite a distance away, Thousand Faces coldly watched An Wuping; the sincere smile he often wore on his face had completely disappeared.
Because the blood and flesh scattered from Zhen's corpse were merely products of dimensional infection influence.
They were still alive, but Zhen was indeed dead.
Thousand Faces and Zhen had known each other for many years.
Seeing a known person's death nearby, even he found it hard not to be emotionally affected.
Even if An Wuping beside him seemed ready to accompany Zhen in death, he couldn't ease the anger in his heart.
