This old Daoist Soul Reaper's existence would have already been erased completely, leaving no ashes, no remnant soul, not even a memory that could be recalled by heaven itself.
A moment later… The space twisted violently. Reality folded like a crumpled sheet of paper. And in the next instant, everything snapped back into place. They had returned.
Right outside Clear Moon City. The battlefield that had nearly become ruins stood in eerie contrast to the chaos that had just occurred beyond the void.
"Thud!" A heavy, smoking body crashed onto the ground.
Daoist Soul Reaper lay there twitching, his once terrifying aura completely gone.
His robes were burned away in patches, his skeletal frame cracked in several places, and blackened death qi leaked out of him uncontrollably like a leaking vessel.
His breathing if it could even be called that was ragged and unstable. He slowly lifted his head. And froze. Lin Feng stood right in front of him.
