But it wasn't entirely without gain.
At least for Dong Zhengyang, Ren Wushuang, and the others, it bought them enough time to escape.
Now, it was impossible for Mo Wushen and his companions to continue their pursuit.
Qin Feiyang didn't delay any further and chuckled, "You four, we part ways here, but our paths will cross again."
"Wait!" Mo Wushen said urgently.
"Is there anything else?" Qin Feiyang asked.
Mo Wushen said gravely, "Where is Pan Wuyan? Hand her over to us."
"Her?" Qin Feiyang was taken aback, then shook his head. "I don't know if she's dead or not, but I can give her back to you."
As he spoke, Qin Feiyang waved his hand, and a bloody figure appeared on the ground before him.
It was Pan Wuyan!
But at this moment, Pan Wuyan showed no signs of life, her face as pale as paper; she was obviously completely dead!
