Wu Shang crushed the human heart in his hand before retracting it. He then looked in Lu Yin’s direction. Apprehension flitted through his eyes before he leaped up. From the moment he appeared to the moment he left, he had never once bothered with Hua Ying and the others. 

When Xun Meiren saw Nightking Changfeng’s corpse, she was stunned with disbelief. Nightking Changfeng was no weakling, nor was he someone who would fight to the death. But despite all that, he had still been killed. His abdomen had been opened up, and even his heart had been ripped out. 

She was petrified with fear, and as she looked around her, she heard many Corpse Kings snarling in the darkness. A bead of cold sweat ran down her body.

“Alien, kill!” Li Zimo appeared out of nowhere and thrust his sword forward while Xun Meiren was still panicking. The sword was formless and soundless, and when Xun Meiren finally noticed it, the tip had already stabbed into her neck. 

Xun Meiren sluggishly looked at Li Zimo’s cold face. She had never thought she would die here in this place. 

Li Zimo withdrew his sword and then dashed towards another direction.

On the shattered ground of Mingdu, Lu Yin looked to the northwest in surprise. Nightking Changfeng and Xun Meiren had both died, and although he had not seen how Nightking Changfeng had died, Xun Meiren had actually been killed by a single strike from Li Zimo. This person was indeed cold-blooded, as Xun Meiren was very attractive. 

But only this kind of cold-blooded...