Everything happened too suddenly.
So fast.
The nauseating stench of decay rapidly spread through the air, causing a feeling of revulsion.
On the spirit boat, a deadly silence prevailed, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing.
Yu Zhiming, Lu Zhenyong, and Jin Zhihang felt their bodies slightly stiffen, a grave expression flashing in their eyes. Even Xue Wanqing, Zhao Bo, and the others held their breath. Among them, the female disciple from the Qingyue Sect, Sun Xiaohan, couldn't help but bend over and vomit.
On the deck, Jin Kangshun and Fang Xiaohe lay motionless. From the blood holes in their chests, warm blood continuously gushed out. Their eyes were wide open, expressions frozen in disbelief at the moment of their death. Perhaps even in their final moments, they couldn't believe that they had died just like that?
