"Am I unworthy?" Luo Yuanfei suddenly opened his eyes. A spatial rift appeared centered on his body, which was about to shatter, pierced by countless sword lights.
Countless demonic hands stretched out from within, grabbing his body, pulling him, along with the sword aura on his body, into the spatial rift.
Inside the rift, a strong, black mist emanated, like the gaping maw of a giant abyssal beast.
Luo Yuanfei's body completely disappeared into the rift, like a sacrifice to the Demon God.
It wasn't until the spatial rift vanished entirely that the others withdrew their gazes.
Huang Tianming sat on the ground in despair, looking around with a strange expression, eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
The others' expressions were varied, yet none let down their guard.
Luo Yuanfei's abilities were incredibly elusive; no one dared to assert that he was truly dead.
