As the Saintfiend Taotie roared in rage, eager to slaughter the two annoying flies buzzing about before it, its spiritual connection to Yuwen Shendu was suddenly cut off. It dully looked over, only to see Yuwen Shendu’s bisected corpse flying in opposite directions. Meanwhile, Tianming was charging towards it. At that moment, the Saintfiend Taotie issued an earth-shattering roar, heartache, misery, and disbelief apparent in its voice.

Yuwen Shendu had spent ninety percent of the battle crushing Tianming. Just a moment ago, it was Tianming who was headed for death, so how had Yuwen Shendu died instead? The Saintfiend Taotie felt its world collapse. By the time it reacted, a monstrous rage filled its being.

But did that matter?

In the time the Saintfiend Taotie took to respond, Ying Huo had flashed towards it. The little chick was covered in blood, but a blazing flame burned in its tiny eyes.

Voidgod Sword Intent, Starfall!

The Saintfiend Taotie’s eyes were its target. The little chick’s...