Ming He had died.0

She was the third high-stage Sunmoon to die, perishing in the hands of her own student. Yet another seventh-stage Sunmoon death spirit appeared in the city.0

But at this point, nobody cared anymore. One more or one less, what did it matter?0

Long Dou had an unsightly expression as he stared at Ming He's corpse. The corpse was badly ravaged, completely opposite to the boundlessly elegant and ethereal immortal she was when she first arrived here.0

She was dead. Even though she was the student of an Invincible. Even though she was a seventh-stage Sunmoon. She could not escape a miserable death.0

"Damn it!" Na Dazhi cursed, "If she wanted to die, so be it. But she should have died to a death spirit instead! Damn it! Because of this, one more Sunmoon death spirit has appeared!"0

The others either didn't care about the additional death spirit or lacked the courage to say something. That was not the case for him. He did not fear the immortal race.0

Dao Cheng merely lowered his head and mourned in silence.0

Na Dazhi was still furious, but he said nothing more. She was already dead. What was the point?0

At that moment, a cloud...0