By the time Zhan Yang and the others reached Jiang Chen, it was already too late.
All they saw was a streak of white light fly from the strange man's body and swiftly burrow into Jiang Chen.
"Did you all see that white light? What the hell was that?"
JinLing, running at the head of the group, was the first to see it—a white light that appeared and vanished in a flash, burrowing into Jiang Chen's body.
Zhan Yang, Niu Tuo, and the others all saw it.
But they all shook their heads.
"No idea."
As they spoke, they gathered around Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen's body lay exposed on the ground.
But the strange man from before was now just like a corpse, lying facedown on the ground, motionless.
"Something's not right."
"How did this strange man die?"
"Could it have something to do with that white light?"
Lu Beifeng eyed the corpse with suspicion, inspecting it closely.
He found that the strange man was indeed devoid of any life force, his body cold.
