The others watched the scene before them in shock. They saw a scorched black figure standing behind Sun En. While all of his attention was on Zu An, the figure had launched a fatal attack.

Shockingly, the black figure belonged to Zang Ao, who had been blasted to death by lightning earlier. How was that possible?

It wasn’t just Zu An’s group; even Sun En was confused. He exclaimed, “How can this be? I already checked your corpse. You clearly already died! No false-death skills can fool my eyes!”

Zu An nodded. It was precisely because Sun En had checked the body that the others believed Zang Ao was already dead. After all, with Sun En’s cultivation, he wouldn’t have made any mistake in judging whether Zang Ao was dead or alive. Not even Wei Suo’s Turtle Breath Technique could evade such a focused inspection.

Zang Ao smirked. His teeth looked even whiter against his scorched face as he replied, “Everyone has secrets, no?” He clearly had no intention of explaining the real reason.

Sun En had an expression of regret. He slowly moved his fingers, as if he were casting some spell.

Zang...