The female disciple froze.
Her breathing slowed as she took in the scene before her.
There was no mistaking that face.
It was Yao Xin.
The once-proud special disciple of the Devil Yin Sect.
The arrogant and haughty woman who had walked around the sect as if she owned the sky.
But no one dared to say much, for she truly had both the talent and the background to back it up.
…Now she lay there like discarded trash.
The ground around her was cracked in a spiderweb pattern, as if something overwhelming had exploded outward during her final stand.
Suddenly—
The worm in her palm screeched louder.
Screechhh—
Screechhh—
Its body glowed brighter, pulsing in sync with something faint… something almost imperceptible.
The female disciple's eyes trembled slightly.
"To think even someone like her is dead… something crazy must have happened here."
She knew how powerful Yao Xin was, not to mention the seemingly endless treasures she always carried on her.
