The scene fell deathly silent.
The once-roaring plaza was now filled with only the mournful cry of the cold wind sweeping through the ruins.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the severed head and the frozen, headless corpse, their faces a mixture of shock and other complex emotions.
Leng Qianqiu slowly withdrew her palm, the frosty aura around her gradually receding. She let out a long breath; clearly, their joint attack had taken a significant toll on her.
She looked at Zhou Nianchu's body. "We've finally eliminated this great menace! The Yunlin Sub-Pavilion is, from this day forth, no more!"
"Heart Devourer... is finally dead."
He Yuzhou said slowly, his gaze on the severed head.
Although he had his suspicions, seeing with his own eyes that Zhou Nianchu—one of the Four Sect Leaders, a peer of his own—was actually the deeply hidden Heart Devourer was still a sobering sight.
