The crowd watched in horror as the massive and violent mushroom cloud engulfed Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting, leaving everyone frozen in shock.
Beiming Xue immediately cried out in anguish, "Brother Wang Yan—Feiting—"
The heart-wrenching cry spread out, shaking everyone's heart spirit and sending shivers down their spines.
Ouyang Qiu, Wang Tongrui, and Beiming Heng had already rushed out, intending to save Wang Yan. But now, everyone stopped, standing dazedly in mid-air.
No one could believe that Wang Yan had really died just like that.
But even if they didn't want to believe it, what could they do? The powerful mushroom cloud just now was something no one could survive.
Tears streamed down Beiming Xue's eyes like an open water valve, blurring her vision in an instant.
With blurred vision, Beiming Xue raised her hand, and a flash of light appeared, instantly forming a sharp ice blade from the Power of Demon Patterns.
