Splash! Blood splattered through the air! Xu Yangyi’s pupils trembled for a moment, and then they then began to gently slacken.

“Urgh…” He only had time to gasp for air. He could no longer do anything else.

“MASTER?!” At this moment, underground, Li Zongyuan bolted up on his feet. His eyes stared ahead vacantly.

How could this happen?!

His master’s spiritual sense… was dissipating!

Without resistance, Xu Yangyi had been killed in one decisive blow!

“How… how could this…”

“SPUD!!!” In the outside world, Mao Ba’er’s eyes reddened, and the husky raced over frantically. However, Xu Yangyi could no longer hear.

The view in front of his was already slowly turning dark. His eyelids were so heavy… so heavy… 

All his pain up and vanished away. His entire body seemed to be treading on cotton. All that was left of the horizon in his eyes was a sliver… 

“Woof! Woof woof! Awooo!!!” Mao Ba’er suddenly began to yell. Even if he could feel that Xu Yangyi’s life was slipping away—terrible anxiety weighing on his heart—he still felt pangs of helplessness.

What to do?

Was there something that could be done?

What could he do?

There was nothing he could do.

A Dao Master was on his back. Although her present divine ability was incredibly strange, she was an honest-to-god Core Formation cultivator!

Mao Ba’er seemed to be able to see Xu Yangyi’s gaze glance down...