The brilliant starlight gleamed off the snow.

A beautiful scene, and Zhang Futu was sprawled on the ground, his eyes wide. He looked at Wu Yu with resentment, but just like Huang Lingyun, his breathing very quickly ceased and he became a corpse.

And then he was still. Their environment was also still.

When Zhang Futu died, Wu Yu could clearly feel his surroundings change. A silent, barely perceptible change in the way things around him moved, and even the starlight seemed to shift to a different angle. The flickering light on the snow was not the same as the still scene before.

This meant that, without control, the Minor Sealing Print Formation had been banished. Zhang Futu's understanding of spirit designs was not deep, so he could not make the spirit design operate independently.

All of this had happened very quickly. By the time Nangong Wei had come to her senses, Zhang Futu was already no longer breathing. She looked with alarm at Wu Yu, and then at Zhang Futu. Panicking, she said, "Who would have thought that this would happen. We're in trouble now....